Serena P. O. V
“I don't think street food suits Mr. Leopold's elite tongue.” I chuckled happily because I didn't have to spend much money.
I'm hesitant to buy for someone like Leopold, who is accustomed to expensive food, even though I have a large salary. I was afraid he'd ask for a treat at the Michelin restaurant, which was a pain in the neck for a working woman like me.
However, nothing confirmed my fears. He took me to a market food area a little far from Santa Clara. He said there was a good hot dog there. I wasn't aware that the hot dogs he was referring to were being sold at food trucks. He ordered two servings, and we ate them in the car.
“Mr. Leopold eats hot dogs at night; aren't you afraid of losing your muscles?” I deliberately teased him to break the chilly atmosphere bet
