Two hours later.
Sophie Fitch and her two friends arrived at the restaurant.
They timed their arrival perfectly.
Because, after leaving, they realized their minds weren't really on shopping, but rather attracted to Flossie Wright's knife skills.
So, after an hour of shopping, the three unanimously decided to head back right on time.
Maybe they could still catch a few minutes.
But—
Unfortunately, as soon as they entered the kitchen, they saw Flossie Wright tidying up and heading for the door.
"Done?"
Sophie Fitch blinked, looking at her curiously.
"Yes."
Flossie Wright responded casually.
"Oh," Sophie Fitch stared at Flossie Wright, nodding thoughtfully, then said a bit apologetically, "We were just thinking of buying you a train ticket, but we don't know your ID card number."
"Hmm," Flossie Wright looked down at her, slowly said, "I didn't bring my ID card."
"Huh?"
Sophie Fitch's eyes widened instantly.
