Julian’s Stand-In Wife

The waitress noticed the diminishing excitement and anticipation on Cecilia’s face.

With a clientele as diverse as theirs, there was a familiar routine and explanation.

“It does block the view, but it’s intentional,” she explained. “Today happens to be our coffee shop’s weekly collective blind date day. On this day, all the customers on the second floor become participants in a blind date. Our boss specifically set up these bamboo curtains to help everyone quickly find a compatible match. It’s convenient for those attending the blind date not to judge based on appearances.”

“Not judging based on appearances? How can you determine compatibility without seeing each other?”

Cecilia placed a lot of importance on a person’s appearance. She couldn’t tolerate an unattractive appearance for even a minute.

At the very least, the person should have a decent appearance to be likable. Now that she couldn’t even see the faces, what if she found out the person was unattractive after the revelation?

Wouldn’t that be a waste of time?

After all, her mom hadn’t shown her any photos yet.

Sue had seen them, but her preferences leaned towards sturdier gentlemen. It was a bit different from Cecilia’s preference. Cecilia liked prettier and more delicate men.

So, the suitability of a blind date partner and whether they were visually appealing needed to be evaluated on the spot.

see your date,” the waitress said with a smile. “But only after you both have compatible views. Wouldn’t it be even worse if you only judge

waitress’s words struck a chord with

Twice.

men herself—both times purely based on their attractive faces, only

the pain of unrequited love, and the

the waitress, it seemed that checking if her suitor’s values and thoughts matched her

a cup of coffee? I

smiled. “Your family arranged this blind date for you,

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don’t need to place an order. Whoever arranged it has already paid after registering.” The waitress then asked for Cecilia’s details.

her voice, not wanting to

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“Cecilia?”

Noel smiled bitterly.

in her dreams, but did he have to hallucinate