“The…the weather is wonderful tonight, isn’t it?”
Tristan did his best to smile at Leonardo, but he was so anxious and stiff that it felt as if his face was going to crack any second now. “Yes, Your High…I mean, Leo.”
“Are you enjoying the food? If you don’t like it, I’m sure the chefs will be glad to prepare something else for you.”
“No! I mean, yes. The food is delicious. No, they don’t have to cook other food for me.”
“Right. Glad to hear that.”
“Yes. Right.”
He tried not to wince at how foolish he sounded. He might only have a high school diploma, but he didn’t think he was stupid. He would love to attend college, but he didn’t have the money. Aside from opening his own diner, his other dream was to continue his education someday. He truly believed having more knowledge, regardle
