Irving walked slowly on the street. The night scene in New York is good. The neon lights on the street are colorful and beautiful. The night in New York is different from the night in Los Angeles.
There are a lot of pedestrians on the street. Unlike Los Angeles, where most people dress casually, there are more people wearing suits here. After all, this is the financial center of the United States, so dress is still very particular.
Owen was walking alone on the street. As he walked, he always felt that his surroundings were very familiar. He didn't realize it until he saw a cafe called Central Park on the roadside.
He had been to this cafe before. When he first came to New York, after getting weapons and vehicles from the CTU here, he came to change into his body armor in the bathroom of this cafe.
No wonder it's so familiar.
Owen had been walking for a long time and had sweated a little, so he happened to come here to rest and order something to drink.
He pushed the door open and entered. The cafe was no different from the last time he came there. In the center of the cafe was a double sofa, and there was a single sofa next to it. The rest of the place was filled with small seats scattered around.
The decoration looks quite unique.
Many of the small seats were full of people. Owen saw that there was a lot of empty space on the sofa except for one woman, so he sat down on the single sofa.
Seeing someone sitting over, the woman raised her head and glanced at Owen. Owen nodded politely to her, but the other party ignored him and continued to read the newspaper.
Seeing the other party's reaction, Owen didn't care. Nine times out of ten, the other party regarded him as a wild bee and butterfly who came to strike up a conversation.
"any drinks?"
A young man with short white hair came over with a menu.
"Cappuccino, add sugar and milk~~"
Owen didn't have any special interest in coffee, so he just ordered a cup.
"First time in New York?"
The white-haired young man took down Owen's order and chatted casually with Owen.
"Yes, how do you know?"
Owen asked curiously.
"I saw you before you came in from the outside. The way you looked at Central Park is something locals wouldn't do..."
Owen thought, "That's it. I didn't expect this waiter to be quite professional."
"Irving, from Los Angeles..."
Owen introduced himself.
"Gunther, I am the owner of this store..."
Ganser took the order and returned to the bar, while Owen began to look around at other people in the cafe. This was really out of habit. Instructor Moss had taught them as early as in the small town of Lasvia, every time they went to
, the first thing to do is to observe the surrounding environment, find the nearest entrance and exit, and observe the people around you to determine which ones are harmless and which ones can pose a threat to you.
"From Los Angeles? Sorry, I just accidentally heard that, you can call me Susan, I am a model..."
"Oh, I'm Owen..."
After exchanging names, Susan simply sat over and started chatting with Owen.
"Are you from Los Angeles?"
Owen nodded.
"So have you ever been involved in filmmaking?"
Susan is a fairly tall beauty, tall and tall, worthy of being a model. She made no secret of her interest in Owen because Owen is from the base of Hollywood.
Owen didn't mind either. He didn't have many friends in this city, so it would be nice to have a beautiful woman to chat with.
"Of course, in fact, I once participated in writing the script of a movie. That movie was just released not long ago. You may have seen it..."
"Really? That movie?"
"Die Hard."
"Oh my God, are you serious?"
"Of course, my name is in the credits."
It felt good to brag in front of a beautiful woman, but she really wasn't talking nonsense. Universal was very kind and really put Owen's name on the list. Although ctu was strict about Owen's participation in the later promotions, this one appeared on the list of main creators.
It's not prohibited.
When she heard that Irving had a relationship with Hollywood, the beauty's attitude became obviously much more enthusiastic. If it was just a casual chat just now, this would already be a hint.
"Your cappuccino~~"
A waitress came over and interrupted the conversation between the two. Owen glanced at the other person, but he always felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for the moment.
"Sorry, this is the milk and sugar you added~~"
After the waitress left, Gunther ran over at the right time and laughed awkwardly.
Owen wanted to remind him just now, but when he saw that Ganser had brought the things over, he stopped saying anything.
The conversation between Owen and Susan continued. Susan was an ordinary little model, but she didn't want to continue like this and wanted to develop in Hollywood. After all, when it came to the entertainment industry, only Los Angeles was number one.
When she heard that Irving, a Los Angeles native, was just curious to chat with him, she immediately had other thoughts when she found out that Irving had also been on the set of a big production like "Die Hard."
But just as the two were chatting happily, Susan's phone suddenly rang. She answered the phone and spoke a few words in Spanish. It seemed that her tone was not good, but in the end she seemed unable to win over the other party.
"Sorry, I have to go. This is my number, call me..."
The girl stood up and left. Before leaving, she put a note into Owen's hand. She looked at Owen expectantly and scratched his palm with her fingernails without leaving a trace.
Owen smiled helplessly, he didn't expect that he could encounter an affair just by casually entering a coffee shop. This New York really deserves its reputation.
Shaking his head, Owen looked away, and when he looked up, he realized that there was actually a TV hanging from the ceiling, but it was muted, and what was playing on it was the parade.
Just as Susan was about to go out, the door of the cafe suddenly opened from the outside, and three men and one woman walked in while chatting. A tall and sturdy guy walking in the front immediately lit up when he saw Susan.
Go up and strike up a conversation very skillfully: "Hi, howareyoudoing?"
Seeing the guy's look, several of his companions immediately became unhappy: "Come on Joey, now is not the time for you to pick up girls. Don't forget what we came here for today..."
"Okay, okay, of course I know, let's witness the release of Phoebe's new song..."
The guy named Joey came back angrily, looking back three times with some reluctance.
As soon as a few people came in, they sat on the double sofa and the scattered seats around it, and began to greet the waitress and the owner of the coffee shop.
"Hi, Rachel...Hi, Gunther..."
Gunther greeted them behind the bar, and the waitress waved to them enthusiastically: "Oh, guys, wait a moment, your drinks will be here soon..."
Seeing these people together, how could Owen still not know who these people are? If he hadn't remembered the waitress just now, then these people must be right together now, they are so recognizable.
After a while, the waitress named Rachel came over happily carrying a tray filled with various drinks.
"Don't tell me, don't tell me, let you see my progress as a waitress the next day..."
Rachel seemed to be remembering, and then started to distribute: "The decaffeinated cappuccino is Joey's, the black coffee is Ross's, Chandler, your latte, then the black tea must be Monica's...
…”
"Look, I'm making rapid progress..." The waitress raised her eyebrows excitedly.
"Yeah, it's really awesome..." Several friends agreed, but when Rachel turned around, several people started to exchange with each other for their real drinks.