A waiter soon entered, pushing a cart and elegantly setting their dishes on the table.
The meal looked simple but was artfully presented, each dish bursting with colors and enticing aromas. Although she hadn't been hungry, Phoebe couldn't help but feel her appetite sparked by the sight.
They dined in silence to the gentle strains of the background music, Phoebe keeping her head down, feeling uneasy under Gavin's intense gaze.
"Do you like it?" he asked suddenly.
"Yes... it's delicious," Phoebe replied, nervously sipping her lemonade. She'd recently developed a craving for sour flavors, and the more acidic, the better.
As she glanced at him, she noticed that Gavin was drinking red wine while she had been served lemonade. This small, thoughtful gesture filled her with warmth.
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