The young man brought over a jug of water and a pichet of wine, his face still expressionless. Neither of them had ordered anything and no menu was offered.
‘Shouldn’t we ask him for the menu?’ she whispered.
‘No need. We get to eat whatever they’ve cooked.’
‘Gosh!’ She said. ‘How exciting.’ But she wasn’t sure she meant that.
The food when it arrived was piled on a large metal tray from which they helped themselves into bowls. Piles of fluffy couscous, little spicy sausages, tender chicken and a sauce that contained chickpeas and tomatoes.
After a couple of mouthfuls, Jasmine looked up. ‘Mmm,’ she said. ‘Absolutely delicious. Such subtle spicy flavours. I love it.’
She was rewarded by a wide smile from Lachlan. Jasmine tried not to stare at him but her eyes couldn’t stay away from h
