CHRISTIAN
The waiter arrived with a bottle of wine, set it on the table, and stepped back.
"Thank you," Olivia said with a small smile. He gave a curt nod before walking away.
I leaned back in my chair, watching her. Why did she thank him like he was doing her a favor? He was being paid. And the smile, was that necessary?
"We should order now," She said suddenly, breaking into my thoughts.
I gestured toward the menu. "Go ahead."
She picked it up, flipping through the pages with a slight frown. "I don't recognize anything," She muttered, pouting.
"Keep looking." I answered, my gaze still fixed on her.
She did, her lips pursed, and brows drawing tighter with every turn of the page. "What's Kakavia?"
I gave her a shrug.
She leaned back, exasperated. "You travel often so you must h
