The Awful Blind Date

Synopsis

After one glance at me, Michelle Gellar, Michael Barnier began to check his phone. Within a short time, he had flipped through three posts of his friends on X, answered two texts, and finished a cup of coffee. I sat across from him. The menu remained on the spot where the waiter had left it. "Well, what do you do?" I broke the silence. "Hm?" He didn't shift his gaze away from his phone. "In the Internet industry." Then, he answered a call right in front of me. "Bro, forget it..." He quickly lowered his voice, but I, sitting right across the table, heard him clearly. "My aunt, the matchmaker, said that she was a good candidate. A good candidate? What a joke..." Right there, he paused. I looked at him, but his gaze was not on me. "Can you do me a favor if there is a second candidate? Send me a photo before a blind date is arranged," he went on.