This is an old-fashioned restaurant in a coastal town. At the entrance lies a slightly faded, long red carpet, flanked by a few pots of withered dwarf orange trees, but inside, it is bustling with life.
The boss wears a broad smile today. A major customer just arrived, waved his hand grandly to book a private dining room, and reeled off a string of menu items like a rapid-fire drill. The scale of it all looked as though he intended to buy out the entire old establishment.
Waiters pushed dining carts loaded to the brim inside, and came back out with piles of empty plates stripped clean of even a shred of food. Then another waiter pushed another cart in.
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