Six Hundred and Thirty-Four Breakfast Appointments

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Out of professional instinct/instinct, Wyatt used the camera to record the rare scene in front of him-even people in the industry may not have the opportunity to see such a real and chaotic fight scene. The first reaction in his mind is It seems to want to transform the moment into eternity and record it.

Bruno, who was kneeling next to him and laughing, was the first to notice the movement, and his ears shifted like a fox.

"Hey! Guys! Wyatt candid!"

Bruno's smile was still uncontrollable, he laughed cheerfully, but the conditioned reflex had sensed the crisis, he patted Ronan's back continuously, exclaimed again and again, then stood up quickly with hands and feet, and rushed towards Wyatt past.

"What?"

"how?"

Ronan and Justin, who were fighting together, rushed over regardless of past suspicions. In the chaos, they didn't have time to think about what was going on. When they turned their heads, they saw Wyatt who was taking pictures with his mobile phone. The two of them immediately He followed Bruno's movements and rushed forward.

Ugh!

Show your teeth and show your claws! Bloody mouth! Hungry tiger pounces on food!

Wyatt's reaction speed was a little slower, and he retreated subconsciously, but completely forgot to run, because the scene was so spectacular, entering the world of "The Walking Dead" in a second, he seemed to be able to clearly smell the bloody smell in the air, So stunned, he stared blankly at the scene in front of him, almost unable to move his footsteps.

"run!"

Wyatt only noticed the heavy tugging of his colleagues behind him, and he staggered back a few steps before he could react, and then started running for his life in a hurry, as if chasing a real zombie behind him. Faster, but can't keep up with how things are changing.

Steps, steps, please go faster.

There was only one thought in my mind.

In the end, I saw that the colleagues standing at the door of the recording studio were all terrified, one by one leaning on the door panel and trembling, obviously they were leaning on the door panel, but they completely forgot to open the escape route, and stood there stupidly with their knees trembling. The timid and cowardly appearance really makes people laugh and cry.

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

The bustling exclamations rushed out without going through the brain, and the scene was completely chaotic, as if they had really entered the world of "The Walking Dead".

The people standing at the door had question marks all over their heads—what's going on? Why did three zombies suddenly appear in front of him?

"blood!"

I don't know if it's Justin or Ronan, he opened his mouth and roared, the instant sense of substitution made people lose their minds, and hurriedly opened the door of the recording studio.

Hula!

A gust of wind blew, and a group of people rushed out on hands and feet. Wyatt was the last one to stumble and rush out. There was only one thought in his mind:

"Close the door! Close the door! Close the door, ah ah ah..."

The roaring sound can clearly feel the beating heart, and the whole brain is hot, without any thoughts, just breathing in the fresh air that escaped death.

Huffing and wheezing.

Huffing and wheezing.

Standing panting at the door, with his hands supporting his knees, his trembling knees still could not control the fear of death and the joy of escape, and then he raised his head to see the inexplicable looks of the staff in Bruno's studio. Once awkward.

Wyatt himself is full of question marks:

who I am? Where am I? What am I doing?

Vanity Fair is always confusing, but I didn't expect it to occasionally produce such philosophical confusion. Is this an added bonus?

Thinking of this, Wyatt was both absurd and funny, and finally couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Wyatt had a hunch that this interview should be very exciting.

...

The clear sky is high and deep, looking at the past lightly, you can't see the end at a glance, it seems that you can't touch the end of the world; the lazy clouds outline a few strokes leisurely, just like a child's imagination Thoughts, erratically disrupting that thrilling blue.

Sparse and warm golden sunlight poured down unrestrainedly, outlining the outlines of palm trees and dwarf lilacs in a mottled way, and occasionally a few gorgeous to strong hibiscus flowers dotted among them, the picture suddenly brightened up, obviously it was still early summer It already smelled like a vacation.

"Mr. Ronan, do you need a refill?"

The waiter approached with a coffee pot, kept a certain distance, and asked politely.

Ronan looked at the coffee cup that had been emptied for the second time in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then his eyes fell on the menu, thinking carefully whether he should order.

When I left the club yesterday, I bumped into Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss because of my mistake, so I agreed to have breakfast today to apologize.

Ronan is not a person who cares about time, but when facing a lady, and it is an apology occasion, he still needs to be there on time, otherwise it will be a mistake plus a mistake.

However, when they arrived at the club early, forty-five minutes had passed, and they still hadn't seen Taylor or Carly. Two cups of coffee were clinking, so that Ronan wondered if something was wrong with the other party.

However, they just agreed on breakfast and did not strictly stipulate the time, so...

He raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall. It was still ten minutes before ten o'clock. The breakfast time should be over soon, but the brunch time was still not over.

After thinking about it, Ronan raised his head and looked at the waiter.

The other party was still smiling, without any hesitation or inquiring at all, as if he had long been accustomed to such a situation, and asked politely, "Do you need to order food? Or is there anything I can help you with?"

It seems that the waiter also guessed that the person Ronan was waiting for did not show up. He should be hungry at this time, and his eyes fell on the menu at least three times.

To be honest, Ronan really wanted to order food - he just ate three croissants when he got up in the morning, and he has almost digested it by now.

But thinking that today's breakfast was an apology, Ronan swallowed the thoughts that came to his mouth, "Please give me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, please."

If the other party is not present, I started to enjoy breakfast with relish, so the meaning of the occasion of apologizing does not exist, and the basic etiquette still needs to be followed, at least to show the sincerity of my apology. This also means that I can only continue to order drinks, but the coffee will only make me hungry more and more. It should be better to switch to fruit juice.

The waiter nodded to show his understanding, and without saying anything, he turned around and left after politely beckoning.

However, after the glass of orange juice was finished, there was still no sign of Taylor or Carly.

All was calm.

Could it be that the other party completely forgot? Or, the other party thought that what Ronan said yesterday was just a joke. After all, he didn't confirm the exact time, and he didn't leave his contact information. Can a casual sentence be taken seriously?

Couldn't it be so serious at the social scene at Vanity Fair?