Else I’m not a Harris

Kira Lopez decided to let her hair down today, with just the right length to cover half of her forehead. Her light-colored eyes carried a subtle, cool, and somewhat distant smile.

She glanced at Stella Harris and remarked, "It's been a while since we last saw each other."

Smiling politely, Stella Harris took the menu and began browsing, saying, "Let me handle the ordering. I'm more familiar with the dishes here."

Kira Lopez nodded in agreement.

Once Stella Harris finished placing the order, they engaged in small talk while waiting for their food to arrive, even though this meeting felt somewhat forced.

Kira Lopez handed Stella Harris a box of delicately crafted pastries from Nandingle, containing a few small cookies that exuded a charming and youthful vibe.

Stella Harris couldn't help but comment, "Nandingle is truly a talented individual, both in baking and radiating a youthful charm, don't you think?"

Sipping his juice, Kira Lopez furrowed his brow, contemplating the question. He re