Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 1391

Cecilia kept comforting herself after hanging up the phone. Her mom had it tough, too; at such an old age, she had to arrange blind dates for her.

As the saying goes, familiarity comes with repetition. If this blind date didn't go well, she would surely arrange a better one next time.

"Sorry." This time, it was Cecilia apologizing to the waitress. She felt a bit embarrassed. "This seat isn’t the one I reserved, I made a mistake. But..."

Her gaze swept around the coffee shop.

"I'm here for a blind date. I..."

There were no available seats before her. Where would she go for the blind date now? And where would she wait?

If things didn't work out, she might as well just go home. Even if she had to endure Sue's nagging, it was better than trying to squeeze in a place that was like a crowded marketplace.

Already having second thoughts before starting her entrepreneurial journey, Cecilia looked around the coffee shop again.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming. "Is this even a coffee shop? It's more like a market."

The coffee shop seemed to have been turned into a market, emphasizing quantity over quality.

Instead of getting angry at her complaint, the waitress flashed her a relaxed smile. "Oh, a blind date! You should have said so earlier!"

The waitress became even more enthusiastic, especially after sorting out the seating issue. She wasn't as tense anymore when facing Cecilia.

"Follow me. People who came for blind dates don’t stay here, they're on the second floor."

Saying that, she led Cecilia a few steps backward. She turned a seemingly sealed door, and it rotated at a forty-five-degree angle—the whole thing was like a mechanism in reality shows on TV.

"Miss," the waitress said, as she led Cecilia to a corner.

Cecilia had arrived late; as there were no other available seats, she had to settle for this corner. However, it was still a window-side position. After all, the glass was so large, covering entire walls.

It felt quite secure in the corner.

Cecilia was satisfied, but she couldn't help asking, "Why are all the tables separated by bamboo curtains?"

Wouldn't the person sitting across her not be able to see her face? How could one go on a blind date like this? Forget a blind date, even enjoying proper coffee here felt stifling. Even the good view outside the window was mostly blocked.

How could a blind date work in such a setting?