Han Muzi stood in front of the Sichuan restaurant for a very long time. One of her feet was already inside the establishment while the other was still at the door. She had stood there for a very long time with a hesitant look, wondering if she should enter the place or not. The waiter inside finally could not help himself and approached her to ask.
Han Muzi looked up and saw a young man with a pair of tidy eyebrows standing in front of her. He seemed to be Chinese, but he spoke to her in English.
She nodded subconsciously. “Yes, a table for one.”
The young man put on a happy face. “Oh, you’re Chinese? I saw you standing here for quite long. Any doubts?”
Han Muzi gave a small smile. “No, I’m just on the phone.”