While waiting, Hesta suddenly heard a burst of low laughter. She subconsciously glanced sideways and saw three young girls standing in front of the contact lens counter chatting in a low voice.
Hesta slowly straightened up - each of their hair was dyed dark or light red, just like the young man who bumped into Cheng Xiaoshu not long ago.
There were a dozen pairs of contact lenses on the glass counter in front of the girls. They compared the color differences of different contact lenses and described more details to the teller. The teller listened carefully, then turned around and took out more samples from the side shelves for the girls to choose from.
Suddenly, one of the girls noticed Hesta, and her eyes suddenly burst into joy.
"……Hello!"
A girl stumbled up to Hesta. Her location was not far from Hesta, and there were not many people in this area. However, all the girl's attention was already focused on Hesta's eyes and red hair. I had no time to pay attention to my steps, so my waist was bumped several times by the glass corner of the counter.
When she was approaching Hesta, she tripped over her right foot with her left toe and almost fell into Hesta's arms. Hesta grabbed her shoulders and helped her up, while the girl took advantage of the situation and held Hesta's left arm.
"Your hair color is too natural!" She looked at the person in front of her excitedly, "Where did you get it done?"
Hesta didn't understand the girl's question.
"Oh my gosh, your eyes are so pretty! That's the color we wanted!"
As she spoke, the girl turned back and waved to her companions, signaling them to come quickly. Hesta was soon surrounded by three people.
"Can I touch your hair?"
"My hair?" Hestad was still wondering if she heard the question wrong, but nodded anyway.
The girl reached out her hand and gently stroked Hesta's short hair. She exclaimed again, as if she had a lot of words of praise to say, but before she spoke, her expression became hesitant again.
The three of them whispered a few words to each other, and then one of them whispered: "...Excuse me, are you from Hesta?"
"Yeah." Hesta nodded again.
The girl's hand froze in mid-air, and she was extremely embarrassed for the moment. She let out two dry laughs and covered her forehead, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry to bother you."
"What are you going to do?" Hesta pointed to her hair, "Why..."
The girl immediately took out her wallet from her purse and pulled out a card, "If you are interested, you can come... There are activities on the second floor of the 'Pretend' cafe these days."
Hesta took it and took a look. On the front of the card was a tongue sticking out, with complicated patterns on the tongue.
Turning it over, there is a familiar line of text: If we stop pretending.
…
At eight o'clock sharp, the evening class ended, Hesta held the card and walked straight towards the cafe. Along the way, she met two young men with red hair. They smelled of alcohol and wore thin suits that were inconsistent with the temperature that night. One of them had a dark blue polka-dot square scarf wrapped around his wrist. The two people greeted Hesta very naturally, but Hesta ignored them.
She quickly walked to the door of the cafe and was about to push the door open when the door opened from the inside. Hesta stepped across the threshold and found that a manservant in a black and white butler uniform was always guarding the door, always ready for those who were about to enter. The guest opens the door.
Hesta looked around and saw that the entire first floor of the cafe was still empty, with only a few customers sitting in the corner, each of them smoking.
Soon, she found the stairs leading to the second floor. The walls on both sides of the stairs are covered with dark green vines and uneven stones. Hidden high above the vines are some figures of women with bulging eyes. They wear bead chains, hold their heads high, and glance down, staring at everyone. A guest coming up the stairs.
A chandelier made of fabric hangs directly above the stairs. The shapes of the cloth pieces are very regular, all of them are palm-sized rectangles. The cloth pieces are of different colors. The orange-yellow light shines on the wall through the gaps in the rags. With this light, He is near the entrance to the second floor. Star saw a no-smoking sign.
After stepping onto the last step, Hestad saw the whole place clearly - there were no windows in this long and narrow restaurant, with exposed metal pipes and rows of spotlights overhead.
A huge fake cherry blossom tree fell not far from the entrance, and its branches stretched out over several tables of guests, pointing to a black screen on which the white faces of many Hesta women were projected - without necks and bodies. , just a simple face, like a changing black and white mask.
In the psychedelic electronic music, the guests at each table were concentrating on chatting with the person in front of them, and no one noticed that there was an extra person at the entrance. Hesta just stood in the narrow aisle, like an innocent passerby who mistakenly entered a magical cave. She found that most of the guests were wearing ordinary clothes. There were only waiters with red hair and blue eyes who kept walking between the tables and the bar. Regardless of gender, Always. When one of them walked past Hesta with a graceful voice, she even noticed that he had an eagle tattoo on his wrist.
"Aha, Jane...are you here?"
Hesta turned around and saw another waiter walking towards him. Although she didn't know the other person's name, Hesta recognized this person - she had been served by this person both times she came to this cafe.
"Why didn't you come last Sunday night?"
"...I have other things to do that day."
"It's a pity," the waiter shook his head, "Mrs. Kajia's reservation is already full tonight - or are you willing to wait? If anyone in the middle doesn't come, I can add you in."
"Mrs. Katja is here tonight, isn't she."
"Um."
"Okay," Hesta whispered, "I'll wait."
The waiter led Hestad all the way to the depths of the restaurant. From the corner of her eye, Hesta saw the skillful and exaggerated movements of the bartender and the smiling faces and applause of nearby diners... She suddenly felt that this atmosphere was extremely familiar.
"Please wait here." The waiter stopped at a small round table in the corner, "I'll get you something to eat."
Hesta didn't answer, just sat down silently.
There is a screen about three meters long to her left. Behind the screen is the toilet on this floor and a white door that leads to nowhere.
Hesta picked up the menu on the table. There was a slightly weird red carp printed on the front of the menu. She looked at it for a while and realized that it was actually a woman's body. Under the red and white paint, the woman's skin There are goosebumps all over it caused by the cold. These small white spots form a texture that is unique to humans.
