He looked up at the top floor, the skyscraper with lights mostly dimmed, only Daisy Ginger's office lights were still on.
It seems Daisy Ginger has to work overtime tonight.
He lazily retracted his gaze, leaning his back against the chair, fingers idly playing with his phone.
He didn't know how much time had passed when the phone in his hand suddenly vibrated, Edward Stephens opened his eyes, his gaze fell on the phone screen, and he picked up the call.
It was the restaurant manager calling, asking when he would come over, as the Western restaurant would close in two hours.
Upon hearing this, Edward Stephens glanced at his watch, and to his surprise, it was already nine o'clock.
He looked up, towards the still brightly lit rooftop, and lightly furrowed his brow, speaking in a low voice, "Postpone to tomorrow night."
The restaurant manager agreed with a "Alright," and hung up the phone.
