He seemed to be mulling over something, hesitating again, then gave up.
The waiter saw that he'd been there for quite a while without ordering anything, and worried he might be hungry, approached and asked with concern, "Sir, would you like to order?"
"No need," Watt replied indifferently.
"Alright then." The waiter, unable to help, could only walk away.
But it was already past eight, and the waiter thought Watt might be hungry. After leaving, the waiter kindly brought over some snacks for him to fill his stomach.
Watt had no mind to eat.
Tonight, apart from Summer Sutton, nothing else occupied his thoughts.
Ignoring it, he picked up his phone again.
He was waiting for Summer Sutton to remember what day it was tonight and call him of her own accord.
But after checking countless times, each time only left him disappointed.
Watt suddenly found himself somewhat ironic.
What was he hoping for?
