They didn't speak, just drank one glass after another.
The man appeared to be deep in thought, his eyes deep and face solemn, without much expression otherwise.
Jane sat opposite him, often scrutinizing the man's face; the more she looked, the more familiar he seemed, as if they had met before.
She found it puzzling, wondering why she would have such a thought?
Besides, she had met Bryan White many times before, so how could she think he was "familiar yet unfamiliar"?!
She shook her head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and covered her flushed cheeks, laughing at herself for having drunk too much tonight, as she was already a bit muddled...
About half an hour later, a slender black figure appeared at the bar entrance; Jane, who was watching the door, saw it at once.
She's here!… She beamed, looking at the hurried and eager figure, and immediately stood up to say to Bryan White, "Wait for me a minute, I see a friend, I'm going over to say hello."
