Darlington's POV
We went into the Restaurant and settled on the same table. Unlike at the company cafe where we had to sit apart.
I observed Amara's face as she stared around the Restaurant until our eyes met. The waitress came to take our order.
"What would you like to eat?" I asked Amara, and she stared at the menu and frowned a little.
"The meals are too expensive," she said.
"So, just pick one and stop acting local here," I said to Amara, and she finally ordered fried rice and meat.
"Hmm, bring the same for me too," I told the waitress who attended to us. After she left us, Amara said, "Isn't it better we eat at home? This is just a waste of money."
"It's my money. Let's not talk about this, and you should try not to embarrass me in public settings like this again," I said, loo
