Kara's POV.
The waiter comes back just in time to save me from his question, and i can't be more than thankful to him.
"Here is your request." He drops the food in a porcelain bowl onto the table, from the dish. Soon, he has set the bottle of wine, and kettle of wolf-ale down as well.
"We should eat." Is my next saying. Andrew does not push. I am grateful. I am embarrassed. Why would I be actually jealous? He's right. I shouldn't be jealous, but I am. I never know this is how it feels to be jealous. It's not a nice feeling. I feel like taking my cloths off, and use it to cover my eyes...isn't that just the most ridiculous way of quenching one's embarrassment. If you understand, you understand.
I look at his plate, then up to him. "do you eat chili?"
"I can try."
"I thought you sai
