Chapter 4 (4) Heartbeat with a bang

He was suddenly moved.The girl sitting at the table in front of him.He even only saw her back. Most oriental girls are small and delicate, and so is she, but she doesn't look weak.Wearing a knee-length light pink and purple cotton sundress with white edges, and carrying a denim backpack, a fluffy puppy the size of a thumb, Snoopy, dangled from the zipper. The cafe has invited first-class coffee and pastry masters from all over the world, as well as local first-class orchestras and pianists.Most of the people who came in and out were literati and scholars, and there were many celebrities in society.He likes Irish coffee with a little whiskey, which reminds him of the innocent and carefree student days in Cambridge; he prefers to hide himself in the deep and gentle classical music, so that he can temporarily forget about the disputes in the mall.Everything he likes can be found here, so every time he travels here on business, he never forgets to sit here.

And that girl, who came here, asked for a cup of boiled water, and said that she would pay for the coffee because she wanted to make tea.The waiter who stood aside was obviously surprised and forgot to be angry. "…Pardon me, sir. Ive said, and Im saying it again: Id like some BOILED WATER, cause Im gonna make myself a nice cup of tea. Well, your coffee is the best in town, but now, I just wanna enjoy my tea in a nice place like this. May I? Emm….What about letting me have some water at the coffee price? Would you?" Her voice was low and soft, with the childishness of a little girl ("nice voice," he said to himself); what she asked for in a first-class café was not coffee, but the people here who did nothing but wash. Wouldn't have thought about the hot water, but she was polite enough not to insult the waiter.She is like a little guy who can't and won't learn to read words and expressions. She was kindly taken by adults to see an elephant shipped from Africa, but she said, "It's not as good as my puppy!", which made adults angry and funny .

"Her puppy is probably called Snoopy or Joe Cool, if she has one..." he thought, finding himself laughing.She speaks English as well as a native, but she is obviously not a native—although he grew up in London, and after joining this multinational corporation, he began to fly around the world and visited many countries, including many eastern countries. Can't guess where she came from.She didn't seem to be from this world, but she made him feel familiar. Gradually, I can't taste the taste of Irish coffee, and gradually I can't hear Mozart floating from the orchestra pit; I see the light pink and purple back in my eyes, and a wonderful feeling surges in my heart.

"Go talk to her; I feel like I'm going to tell her something... God, I wish I could get to her table and I'll know what I want to tell her..." He stood up and walked over. She turned away.She doesn't wear makeup, her features are clear and her eyes are clear, and her expression is lively without pretense; the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, as if she is smiling; her short black hair is a little messy, very energetic.Only that little traveler's weariness didn't seem to suit her.She looked at him, frankly and a little curious. Hi! Im Terry from London... He was thinking about what to say.Walking up to her, what he said was: You know what? I was suddenly touched somehow the moment you asked for some water.