The waiter came and decently passed on the menu card our way. I loved Italian food. Im fact, I was in awe how he got to know about the food I loved.
Maybe he had asked Carl about it, considering that he had reserved the table beforehand. I had the doubts that he connected with Carl on this matter and inquired about my favorite dishes or food.
At the same time I did not think he would ask him about the likes or dislikes of his sister.
"How do you know?" I preferred to ask him directly.
"What?" He asked.
"That I loved Italian food." I said.
"No, I didn't know it." He said.
"Then why you bring me here?" I asked.
"Because I love Italian food."
He said, plainly.
"And you bring me here just because you like to eat Italian food?"
"Yes."
He said.
His attitude seemed so annoying to me.
