"This is the part you make a wish, Baechu"
Hora just looks at me and resigns herself.
Putting her hands together, she closes her eyes and ponders deeply before taking a deep breath.
Blowing out the flame with a gusto, causes the wait-staff and surrounding customers to break into a mild cheer.
The commotion soon settles and the restaurant returns to its previous state.
We make light work of dessert, and as appreciation for their effort I leave a more than hefty tip.
When we exit the restaurant, Hora walks with a brisk pace as is I have to break into a light trod to catch up with her.
Deciding to break the Ice a bit. I face the still beet red little lady and ask, "So what did you wish for?"
She has clearly not forgiven me for putting her in that situation, and it appears that my te
