The restaurant we entered was a conventional grill, and I was relieved because neither of us was dressed for anything fancier.
In the dining room, there was only a family of four and an elderly couple. Despite not being the kind of restaurant for a romantic evening with its dim lighting and candlelit tables, we would have enough separation to get closer to our ideal.
A young woman, probably our age, attended to us, and when she handed us the menu, I felt tempted to order everything. Since the day I accepted the bond with the twins at the Bruma hotel and later at their home with their parents, I had grown accustomed to eating for at least two people, and I was beginning to realize that after the change, your body demanded even more than that. While the portions we had wouldn't leave us st
