The waitress noticed the diminishing excitement and anticipation on Cecilia’s face.
With a clientele as diverse as theirs, there was a familiar routine and explanation.
“It does block the view, but it’s intentional,” she explained. “Today happens to be our coffee shop’s weekly collective
blind date day. On this day, all the customers on the second floor become participants in a blind date. Our boss
specifically set up these bamboo curtains to help everyone quickly find a compatible match. It’s convenient for
those attending the blind date not to judge based on appearances.”
“Not judging based on appearances? How can you determine compatibility without seeing each other?”
Cecilia placed a lot of importance on a person’s appearance. She couldn’t tolerate an unattractive appearance for
even a minute.
At the very least, the person should have a decent appearance to be likable. Now that she couldn’t even see the
faces, what if she found out the person was unattractive after the revelation?
Wouldn’t that be a waste of time?
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Sue had seen them, but her preferences leaned towards sturdier gentlemen. It was a bit different from Cecilia’s
preference. Cecilia liked prettier and more delicate men.
So, the suitability of a blind date partner and whether they were visually appealing needed to be evaluated on the
spot.
“We’ll let you see your date,” the waitress said with a smile. “But only after you both have compatible views.
Wouldn’t it be even worse if you only judge based on looks and fall for him, only to later find out he’s a scumbag?”
The waitress’s words struck a chord with Cecilia.
Twice.
She had chosen two men herself—both times purely based on their attractive faces, only to be deeply hurt in the
end.
One taught her the pain of unrequited love, and the other taught her the power of money.
Listening to the waitress, it seemed that checking if her suitor’s values and thoughts matched her before anything
else was a good idea.
“Alright.” Cecilia nodded in agreement. “Can I order a cup of coffee? I can’t just sit here without ordering anything.”
The waitress smiled. “Your family arranged this blind date for you, right?”
“Yes.”
“In that case, you don’t need to place an order. Whoever arranged it has already paid after registering.” The
waitress then asked for Cecilia’s details. “May I have your name?”
Cecilia lowered her voice, not wanting to disturb others, and whispered, “Cecilia Jarvis.”
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“Cecilia?”
Noel smiled bitterly.
He thought about her in her dreams, but did he have to hallucinate hearing her name in reality?
He had already asked around on the way here. This roadside café was famous for its matchmaking events every
Tuesday. The participants in this event were the wealthy, as the café’s owner had already screened them in
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It was quite reliable.
Richburgh had too many outstanding young men and women of marriageable age, and it wasn’t easy to be part of
this matchmaking event.
He figured Diana must have put in a lot of effort to get him here. Diana and Julian had always treated him so well.
He couldn’t be ungrateful.
After some thought, he decided to stand up and wash his face in the bathroom. It would be a shame to appear
spiritless when talking to his potential date later.
Even after washing his face, he still looked disheveled.
Noel faced the mirror, forcing himself to smile. “Smile. I need to start a new relationship, a new life.”
Only by doing so could he not disappoint Diana’s well-intentioned efforts.
He promised himself to take this blind date seriously. Taking it seriously also meant distancing himself further from
his first love, Cecilia Jarvis.
Noel suppressed the sadness in his heart, and rallied his spirits. Then, he washed his hands and walked out of the
washroom.
The second floor was becoming more crowded.