Velvette and I entered the restaurant, which was a luxury restaurant. We sat at a table a little further away, and then a waitress came over.

Waitress: Have you chosen your menu, lady?

Velvette: Yes, I'll take that, and you Clara.

Clara: I'll take this.

Waitress: Alright.

I feel embarrassed to be here in a luxury restaurant with Velvette, especially since we are far from people but they can still see us a little.

Velvette: Why make that face?

Clara: For nothing.

Velvette: Clara you know you lie badly.

Huh, how did she know I lied?

Clara:. . . . .

Velvette: You know you can tell me anything.

Clara: Aren't you afraid that people will see you with a girl?

To be continued. . .