"The food is amazing, but that man over there is an absolute feast for the eyes," Shirley whispered.
Sophia shuddered, breaking out in goosebumps at the sheer cringe.
A feast for the eyes? Was her friend secretly a total creep?
Len chuckled. "You're practically drooling."
Shirley immediately grabbed a napkin to wipe her chin, only to realize she'd been played.
There was no drool, just a tiny smear of chili oil from the appetizer on the corner of her mouth.
"Stop making fun of me and look! Is the guy sitting at that table Oakley?"
Oakley?
Len and Sophia exchanged a skeptical look. Shirley was definitely hallucinating.
Why on earth would a superstar like Oakley be here?
What connection could he possibly have with Claire?
Why would he attend her graduation celebration?
"He does look a bit like him," Sophia admitted after studying him for a moment.
Len was also a fan of Oakley. As far as male actors went, he was a rare talent without an ounce of pretension.
"Didn't Oakley get into a car crash? I thought he was still recovering in the hospital," Len pointed out, having followed the news of the set accident.
It had been plastered all over the media.
Sophia had read the headlines too. She grabbed a pastry and glanced at Oakley again. "It's probably just a lookalike. I heard that whole table is full of doctors."
"That gorgeous guy is probably just a doctor too."
"No way! If that isn't my idol, I'll eat every single dish on this table by myself!" Shirley declared dramatically.
Sophia leveled a flat look at her.
A moment ago, they were genuinely debating his identity, but hearing Shirley's sudden vow, they instantly assumed she was just looking for an excuse to hog the food.


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