Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

And the strange man she kissed.

The girl lifted her hair, opened her red lips slightly, and said in a voice like a kingfisher's low cry: "Her boyfriend."

"I'm her boyfriend." The boy shook his head.

The girl gathered her things and placed her painting supplies into a bag and carried it up.

"You're late. Come earlier next time, and I can change a few strokes so you can kiss him instead."

The girl's sweet voice could not conceal these malicious words.

The boy saw the direction of the girl's tender green nails.

Damn, she meant that middle-aged man.

Chapter 2 Free Coffee

“Coffee was a strange drink popular in the Arab world in the 16th century. The first people to experience and appreciate it were well-informed British travelers and multinational businessmen.”

“Therefore, when coffee consumption first came here, it had a niche, obscure and high-end flavor.”

“A coffee shop is not just a place to sell coffee, it is also a thought, a lifestyle, a social occasion, and a philosophy.”

“It holds so much spirit and history.”

Mori Yuesa and the blond boy sat in the corner of the cafe, listening to the middle-aged man talking not far away. Opposite him sat Miss Mary.

"What a bunch of spirituality and history! This stuff tastes like stale broth."

The blond boy put down his coffee cup with a look of disgust, but his eyes kept drifting towards his 'ex-girlfriend'.

Yes, ten minutes ago, this young boy named Jack Dawson unilaterally announced that he had broken up with his lover...

Mori Yuesa pursed her lips and sipped her coffee, ignoring the crazy boy. She carefully admired the decoration of the cafe.

It must be said that no matter how good the modern imitations are, they cannot match the authenticity that was so easily displayed in this era.

An iron chandelier hangs from the pale yellow ceiling, and exaggerated abstract oil paintings hang on the mahogany wall panels.

The dark square pillars are wrapped with scripture-like folded papers, filled with words left by people who have come here to enjoy the coffee feast.

Behind the long teak bar are not cabinets filled with coffee cans, but rather old bookshelves;

The air is still filled with the passionate thoughts of the writers of that time, mixed with the rich aroma of rich coffee beans - and perhaps the smell of the poets' ink.

That was the last romance.

"This lady..."

"Sorry, my fiancée is feeling a bit under the weather."

Mori Yuesa stuck her face out in a daze, letting Jack fend off the man who came up to chat her up - this was the fourth person who came up to chat her up since they sat down.

Jack looked at Mori Yuesa, then at the cup of cold coffee in front of him. He lowered his head, walked quickly to the bar, ordered a bottle of soda, and then ran away under the weird look of the coffee shop clerk.

Returning to the table, he looked exhausted.

At this time, the conversation between the 'ex-girlfriend' and the middle-aged man was still going on.

"I'm not at home. I'm in the cafe."

The middle-aged man talked eloquently, "If I'm not at home, where else can I be? Parties, parties, endless parties, dear, I don't like them.

I love reading poetry, and my mother never understood me.

Even though I was young, I have built such a rich family business. "

The middle-aged man boasted about himself calmly.

Jack rolled his eyes and tried to imitate the words of a bird: "'I'm not at home, I'm in the cafe', you're an idiot who likes to drink rotten meat soup, 'You're so young, but you've created such a rich family business', you're so young? Hey, his wrinkles can pinch my fingers."

Mori Yuesa covered her mouth and laughed.

Jack shrugged, "Mary and I have been in love for two years. We are in a free love relationship."

"Why didn't you say 'free love' when you helped me reject someone just now?" Mori Yuesha's question left Jack speechless.

The girl turned her head and glanced at the girl and the middle-aged man behind her.

The two people who were chatting happily sat aside at some point. Mary leaned against him, leaning on the man's chin and talking.

For a moment, the girl deliberately exposed her collarbone so that the middle-aged man could carefully touch the necklace... and herself.

Looking back, Jack's eyes were filled with anger.

Mori Yuesha pointed at the two of them and said, "Obviously, they are also in 'free love'.

And, 'When I am not at home, I am in the café; when I am not in the café, I am on my way to the café.' This sentence was said by Balzac."

Blinking, Mori Yuesa added, "Honoré de Balzac."

Jack raised his fist towards Mori Yuesha, then leaned forward on the table with his neck stretched out. He whispered with dissatisfaction: "I know Balzac! And, which side are you from!"

Mori Yuesa pointed at Jack's forehead.

The latter was deflated and collapsed on the brown leather sofa, looking disappointed: "I saved money for two months just to give her that necklace. Now, she actually -"

Mori Yuesa smiled slyly and snapped her fingers.

——Although this action is very inconsistent with her outfit:

“Excuse me, wild painter, is there a clothing store nearby?

take me.

I'm in a good mood today, so I'll help you."

Jack looked Mori Yuesa up and down with a gloomy face - even with her charming face, it couldn't completely hide her immature age.

He could still tell the difference between fifteen or sixteen and twenty-five or twenty-six.

"Little guy, you should call me brother."

"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way."

The girl followed the boy and tiptoed out of the coffee shop. The coffee shop clerk who was wiping the bar counter out of boredom rolled his eyes.

A standard combination, a down-and-out painter and a wealthy young lady.

Look at that long skirt. It must have cost me at least two or three years’ wages.

——It was not until half an hour later that the short and fat male clerk saw the pair again.

This is?

He opened his mouth in surprise and watched the two people walk past him with their heads held high.

The girl winked playfully, fell behind him, and ordered a cup of coffee and some cookies from him.

Well...clothes make the man?

Jack Dawson, no, it should be Mr. Jack Dawson now!

The blonde hair fits neatly on the head, with just the right amount of hair oil, not too much or too little, so it doesn't look greasy, but clean and neat.

The black suit is slightly nipped at the waist, and the long shirt shows a finger and a half distance from the cuffs of the suit. The sapphire cufflinks are even more eye-catching.

His trousers were neither too long nor too short, and he was wearing shiny new leather shoes.

He was wearing an expensive watch with several diamonds on the dial.

Mori Yuesa put her hands behind her back, looked at the silly blond man's back from afar, nodded with satisfaction, and followed him back to his seat.

This time, it wasn't just the men who were paying attention.

"Hey, there are a few girls staring at you." Mori Yuesha said to Jack mischievously, "The older one has fire in her eyes."

Jack felt very uncomfortable being stared at - he had never experienced anything like this before.

"That's because of your money." Jack frowned, and with a dry mouth, he found that Mori Yuesa only ordered her own coffee.

Where's my soda?

He glared at the girl. Unknowingly, he seemed to have become familiar with this strange girl in front of him. During the conversation, they were more like friends of long years.

They had just met at the port.

How is this going?

Mori Yuesa rolled her eyes and said, "Don't say those immature words, Mr. Jack."

Jack obviously doesn't agree with Mori Yuesa's worldview: "That's not 'free love' anyway!"

He lowered his voice and began to "teach" the girl, who was old enough to be his sister - using his own terms.

Maybe he thought Mori Yuesa could still be saved?

Chapter 3 Actor's yarn

The boy chattered on and on.

Mori Yuesha didn't buy his story and quietly pointed behind her: "Hey, your ex-girlfriend was also in a free love relationship."

Jack adjusted the expensive watch on his wrist uncomfortably and explained: "That was an accident! Free love, not money--"

She looked at the boy with a smile, raised her thin red lips, and took a sip of coffee, elegantly and quietly.

"You just don't have it, so you pretend to be disdainful."

The girl ruthlessly pierced through Jack's cover.

"You are not someone who truly desires freedom. You are just using freedom and new values ​​of love to cover up your inner desires."

"If you can't get it, you can only pretend not to care."

“You’re eager to climb upward.”

“A desire to be somebody.”

"Mr. Jack Dawson, you are hungry for success. You are hungry for an unprecedented success that can pull you out of this quagmire."

Mori Yuesha's few casual words defeated Jack.

He leaned back on the sofa in his suit, his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Okay, okay, you're right. I'm so glad I don't have a sister like you."

Mori Yuesha raised her eyebrows: "I wish I had a brother like you, then every day would be much more interesting."

Jack was unwilling to accept the loss. He thought about it and suddenly approached the table.

He brought his face closer and looked at Mori Yuesa with what he considered to be an affectionate expression.

The blonde's sudden approach made the girl lean back.

Jack didn't have any feelings for this girl who could be his sister: he was not a pervert.

The experienced boy thought he was familiar with the shyness of girls, and of course he couldn't handle the sudden attack of such a 'handsome' man -

The toothless girl from my uncle's family made herself look embarrassed with her face turning red.

The boy, full of mischievous intent, stared at the girl without blinking.

Getting closer...

He was greeted with a snap of the fingers.

Snapped!

"Fuxk!"

The boy jumped back onto the sofa with a grin on his face. "What are you hiding in your hand? A knife?"

When the hand moved away, a light red vertical mark appeared on the forehead.

"You look like Yang Jian who hasn't washed his hair for three days." The girl laughed at him with the same malice.

While asking who Yang Jian was, the other party made a universal gesture to Mori Yuesha.