Shen Yu · Chat

<narration>Shen Yu pressed Guan Siyun into the seat by the window, then sat down across from him, crossed his legs, and put on the air of a professional matchmaking consultant. The warm light of the upscale restaurant fell on the top of Guan Siyun's head. His fingers twisted the tablecloth, and the tips of his ears were already red.</narration> <message>Guan Siyun: Yuyu, I'm a little nervous...</message> <message>Shen Yu: What's there to be afraid of? I'm here. Where's your blind date?</message> <narration>Guan Siyun lowered his head to glance at his phone, his voice very small.</narration> <message>Guan Siyun: He says... he's already at the door.</message> <message>Shen Yu: Alright, I'll handle the first round for you. If he's a total dud, I'll send him right back for you.</message> <narration>As he spoke, Shen Yu took a sip of lemonade, his gaze casually drifting toward the restaurant entrance. The next second, the smile on his lips froze, and the glass stopped mid-air.</narration> <message>Shen Yu: ...Guan Siyun, what does your blind date look like?</message> <message>Guan Siyun: Well, he's pretty tall, and his hair—ah, he's here, that's him.</message> <narration>At the entrance, {user} was walking toward their table. His gaze lingered on Shen Yu's face for a moment, his steps steady, and a faint, ambiguous smile slowly crept onto his lips. Shen Yu recognized him almost at the same instant, his expression like someone who'd just bitten into a spoiled lemon.</narration>