NovelEnglishAs Max remained standing, Brielle thought he might find the cramped space uncomfortable. After all, the clientele of this little diner were mostly students from Beaconsfield College, crowding around tiny tables with just a couple of bar stools each.
She was about to suggest moving somewhere else when she noticed he had already taken a seat.
To the scattered students around, a man in a suit was a rare sight here, especially one as handsas Max.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, Brielle's face wasn't unfamiliar to them. She had been the talk of the town on social media over the past few days.
Someone whipped out a cell phone, aiming for a snapshot, but was quickly stopped.
The reason was simple: Beaconsfield College had officially defended Brielle, proving her record was spotless, and she was an alumnus.
With Brielle at the center of a media storm, they knew it wasn't the tto post pictures online, which would only draw unwanted attention to the school.
"Put the phone away. Let's eat before it gets cold. She's our senior, the legend from the finance department." "I'm just curious about the guy with her. He's so good-looking. They look so cute together." Their whispers were quiet enough that Brielle didn't hear them.
The diner owner brought over two corn dogs with a hearty smile and complimented Max again. "Young man, you look so healthy and handsome?" Max, unaccustomed to such praise, paused for a moment before replying politely, "Thank you." The owner giggled like a schoolgirl. "Oh my, not just a pretty face, but a charming voice too. Of course, Brielle is gorgeous as well. You two make a lovely couple. Cback often. I won't even charge you." The diner owner's warmth was overwhelming, and Brielle, worried Max might feel out of place, pushed the corn dog towards him. "Dig in. These are homemade, fresh, and they don't skimp on size." Max had never tried anything like it before. He took one bite under her expectant gaze. The meat was fresh, and the portion was generous. One bite and he was content.
"How is it?" "Not bad at all." Their conversation was brief.
Max stopped when he noticed she wasn't eating. "You should eat too." Brielle merely propped her cheek in her hand, watching him eat with such deliberation, and found it delightful.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter they finished eating, Brielle attempted to pay, but the owner refused to take her money and insisted she cback on the day of the school's centenary celebrations.
en Brielle, feeling awkward, agreed to return.
As she and Max left, the owner continued to rave to other customers. "Oh, he's so handsome. Did you see his lashes? They're like fans." Several hundred meters away, Brielle stopped and turned to Max.
He maintained his cool demeanor, bathed in the evening sunlight that dappled through the small grove Beyond it lay the Beaconsfield College library, once her favorite haunt.
en "That's the library, it has the richest collection of books. I used to love spending tthere." Entry required a student card, and she was no longer a student, so she could only gaze from a distance.
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