Early in the morning, while Gale Summer was still brushing her teeth, she received a message from spicy soup:
New World is having a sale, the sandals that were one thousand five hundred are now less than five hundred at a seventy percent discount, and there are beautiful skirts, too. Hurry up and come over, or they'll all be snatched up if you're too late.
Two hours later, she was already at the Canvas Western Cafe nearby New World.
"I'm here, I'm here——"
Spicy soup was on the phone to Gale Summer, mobile phone in hand, and had already stepped through the cafe's gate.
A two-piece camisole vest, denim hot pants, and breathable athletic sandals, with a Vidal Sassoon short haircut—she looked fresh and pretty, and brought with her a gust of warm air as she approached.
