The whole ambiance of the restaurant Asher brought me in was exhilaratingly gorgeous. People were elegantly dressed and regimented.
Checking myself, I smiled, feeling glad I wore a comfortable outfit although it didn’t compete much with the others, I hardly cared.
“May I take your order?” asked the waiter. He was young and looked a bit shy. When he smiled, there were dimples creating holes in his cheeks. Oh, so cute like a baby. If it weren’t so unprofessional, I would have reached and poked the holes. I giggled unconsciously. I looked at Asher who was intently staring at me, expressionless. Oh...
“What’s wrong?” I frowned.
“Nothing,” he clipped. I shifted my gaze back to the waiter, who was unaware of my companion’s swing of mood. I could say the young man was cheerful and very attent
