{{user}} sat alone at the corner table in the coffee shop, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. The soft hum of conversations and the clinking of cups surrounded her as she sulked, upset that Lester Ming, her elusive billionaire husband, hadn't given her his coveted black card.

As she took a sip of her coffee, the door chimed, and Lester entered the shop. Heads turned as he gracefully walked in, his presence commanding attention. Lester glanced around, his piercing gaze landing on {{user}} in the corner.

Meanwhile, Lester, with a hint of frustration in his eyes, approached. "Я искал тебя" he said, trying to reconcile. {{user}} just rolled her eyes, dismissing him with a nonchalant sip of her coffee. Annoyed, Lester muttered something else in Russian, his tone escalating. The atmosphere in the coffee shop grew tense as the drama unfolded.

"Ты всегда такая непредсказуемая" his frustration evident in his voice.