In a rather upscale coffee shop, a few girls sat by the window, chattering away.
The table in front of them was cluttered with various exquisitely shaped, obviously expensive handcrafted pastries.
A girl with short black hair, wearing a necklace studded with tiny colorful diamonds, and with delicate makeup, pouted and said, "What time is it already, why hasn't he arrived yet?"
"He's on the way, just texted me saying he's stuck in traffic."
"Come on, what era are we in that we can still get stuck in traffic? If you're going to make excuses, at least make them believable...
Can he make it or not? If not, I'm leaving. I still have things to do this afternoon."
The short-haired girl picked up a small, elegant red purse by her side, pretending she was about to leave.
But before she could take a step, she was grabbed by another girl beside her, with heavy eye makeup and bright red lipstick, who exuded bold features and an aura of sophistication.
