🎀 Wisteria 🎀

— Forgive my lack of understanding, sir, but unfortunately, I still can't grasp what you're getting at... — The waitress naively fluttered her eyelashes. — Could you please state your wishes directly?

-- Alright, -- Valdemar waved his hand. -- Forget what I said. If my assumption is correct, everything would have been clear long ago.

Indeed, why would she hide anything? Or is she playing a game with him? Damn this coquetry, Valdemar, simple-mindedness, these nonverbal gestures are impossible to decipher. But the image of the establishment became even stranger because of this, to say the least – creepy, even for this crazy country. While waiting for his order, Valdemar closely observes, trying to notice every little detail, every oddity in the behavior of the visitors. It's hard to say how successful he is; his eyes keep straying to more interesting objects of contemplation...