I was about to say something, lie if necessary, to refute that horrible truth. But instead, I stayed silent, and my cheeks flushed. Fortunately, the waiter, seeing us together, decided to approach the table to offer us the menu and take our order.
For my part, I buried myself in the menu to try to calm down. My heart was racing. I felt like I was on the verge of a panic attack or something similar because the dinner had just begun, but damn, he had to make that comment! How was I going to endure his gaze for the rest of the night?
"To start, you can bring us French onion soup," Arthur requested, forgetting for a few seconds the comment he had just made to order the food he seemed very familiar with, "and then bring Coq au vin for both."
"Yes, sir," said the young man serving us. "Any sp
