In the afternoon, Lynch met with members of a women's rights association at an outdoor café, a man in his thirties and a woman around thirty.
"Lynch..." Lynch introduced himself while shaking hands with them. These two visitors didn't show strong feelings of hate or love but were rather polite, shaking hands with Lynch and then sitting down at the table.
The economic downturn had significantly reduced the patrons of the outdoor café. In the past, the place was often full, but now, there were only two tables occupied in the entire roadside garden.
One table was theirs, and the other was occupied by a young couple who didn't seem like a typical family.
"I've heard from other sources that there might be some misunderstandings between us..." He stopped there, leading to the purpose of this meeting—the rest was communication.
The two people sitting across from him exchanged a glance, and the man nodded, "It's possible. Mr. Lynch, do you know a lady named Julie?"
