Elaine pushed open the door and went inside.
The waiters had already finished their work and gotten off work, and only the cafe owner was sitting at the front desk, going through the ledger.
The wall lamp glowed faintly.
A vest covered the man’s dark gray shirt, his sleeves were rolled up, and his forearms were revealed.
The leather strap watch o n his wrist was a retro-style watch that was very scarce on the market.
None of his clothing and accessories were of any luxury brand, but they were all custom-made instead.
His fashion style looked simple, comfortable, and refreshing.He lifted his head and opened a cabinet.
"I thought you’d come back in the evening to pick up the things you left behind."
Elaine stepped forward awkwardly and watched him place her employee card on the desk.
"I’m really sorry.I didn’t know that I left it at your store."
She remembered that it had been in her bag and had not taken it out.
‘Could it be that it accidentally fell out when I took out my wallet to pay for my coffee?’ She thought of something.
"Then how did you know my cell phone number?" He gave off a faint smile.
"The solution came to me all of a sudden, and I called your company to ask for your cell phone number."
The employee of J Tech Inc.was working overtime tonight, so he had gotten lucky.
Elaine kept the employee card away with a smile, and her gaze landed on the wine glasses that were neatly arranged on the shelf.
There were various cocktails in the transparent kitchen cabinets.
"You run a cafe and are into all these too?" She propped her arms against the surface of a table.
"I didn’t see any of these earlier today."
The man was caught off guard for a split second and turned around to take a look.He immediately walked t o the side, pressed a button, and the walls and cabinets moved.
Everything soon returned to what she saw during the day.
Elaine was flabbergasted.
"Sorry, I forgot to change it back to how it usually looks." The man held up a self-mixed cocktail and shook it lightly.
"No one else knows about this except for the staff of my store." Elaine chuckled.
"Then does this make me the first customer to know the secret of your cafe?" The man drank the cocktail slowly, raised his gaze, and laughed.
"That’s true."
"Have you ever owned a bar or a lounge before this?" He nodded.
"Yeah."
Elaine supported her chin with one hand.
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