"Imperial District is large, and as far as I know, your bar doesn't occupy the whole Imperial District, we can coexist peacefully!"
"Even if you're really not satisfied with us being here, we could still talk, maybe we could go somewhere else, the Bay Area, even downtown."
"But first, we need to talk, you agree, right?"
Lance's response was still very concise, "Yes, so what?"
"So, we need to talk, like I said, sit down, face to face!"
He emphasized the words "face to face," "There are a lot of issues that can't be cleared up over the phone, so we need to sit down and discuss, it's also a gesture of sincerity, right?"
"No matter the outcome, I will accept it."
Lance seemed convinced by his words and agreed, "What time and where?"
Blinstone was overjoyed, "Tonight at nine o'clock, 118 Ninth Avenue, there's a restaurant, I'll wait for you!"
118 Ninth Avenue is on the west side of the Imperial District, near the industrial area, slightly remote.
"No problem."
