Chapter 772
Sweet Subterfuge
Afraid that Marilyn would wait too long, Larissa only worked overtime for half an hour. Then, she turned off her computer. She put the statements and reports that were not yet typed into the slideshow into her bag. She intended to finish the slideshow at home.
âLetâs go.â she said to Marilyn once she was packed.
âSo soon?â Marilyn had been playing with her phone while waiting for Larissa. When she heard Larissa speak, she put down her phone in surprise.
âYeah.â Larissa smiled. âItâs late, and I feel a little hungry.â
âMe too.â Marilyn rubbed her stomach. Then, she walked over to Larissa and hugged her arm, and dragged her away quickly. âLetâs go then!â
Marilyn must have been really hungry because she drove her car like crazy.
Westonia was like Bartham. The traffic was awful. Marilynâs pink smart car was able to weave among the crowd size to its size. Soon, they reached Queensway.
The restaurant they wanted to go to was on the main road of Queensway. It was a really obvious shop lot. Business was booming because of its recent opening. Even if Marilyn had booked a spot in advance, they were still stopped at the entrance.
The waiter coldly told them. âThe previous customers are not finished. You will have to wait for at least half an hour and above.â
The restaurant did not have a waiting area, so the people who were waiting to be seated had taken up the little space that was in front of the restaurant Larissa and Marilyn were squeezed in with this crowd. They were stuck. They didn They did not know if they should leave or not.
Marilyn apologized to Larissa. âIâm so sorry, Larissa. I didnât think that we would come early. If you donât want to wait, weâll switch to a restaurant with fewer people?â
Larissa wrapped her windbreaker around herself and moved behind a tall man beside her. The chilly wind was blocked off by the man. Only then did she stop shivering. Forcing a smile, Larissa said, âItâs alright. Didnât you want to try this place? Weâre already here, and itâs only half an hourâs wait.â
*Thank you so much, Larissa! Youâre so nice!â Marilyn we her a bun As time passed, the sky turned dark, and the temperature grew colder.
Many people wore down jackets. At the very least, they would still have a thick coat covering themselves. It made Larissa and Marilynâs outfits look rather out of place.
Larissa was already weak from working longâterm in an office. Previously, she had been stuck in a hospital bed for several months, so she was even weaker than usual. Soon, the tall man entered the restaurant with his companions, and Larissa was left to shiver in the cold.
Seeing Larissa sneeze several times, Marilyn could not help but worry. âAre you okay?â
Larissa waved her off while she sneezed. âItâsâachooâlinelâ She took out a pack of tissues from her bag. She then turned around to blow her nose.
Marilyn brought her to a place where the wind was not so strong. âWhy are your clothes so thin? Youâll catch a cold like this.â
Larissa eyed Marilynâs outfit. She thought that her words were not convincing.
Marilyn smiled and advised her, âDonât compare yourself to me and those other people in the company.
Weâre used to it, and we donât feel anything at this point. If you canât stand the cold in Westonia, itâs better to wear more layers.
âThe most that would happen is that people would laugh at you for being lame. But it wonât really allect you. But if you get sick because you wore fewer layers, youâd be the one who sulfers.â
Larissa thought about it and found it very reasonable.
When she reappeared, there was a cup of hot water in her hand. There was a thin slice of lemon in the water too.