“Is there something admirable about the menu?” Tessa turned to face the bearded man leaning closer to her.
“Huh?” She raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, you’ve been staring at the poor thing for minutes. Ordinarily, I would have let you take your time but my sight is a bit foggy and I need breakfast else I risk fainting.” He made a weird face that sent Tessa over the moon with laughter.
He was younger than she first thought, late twenties, maybe early thirties with a loosened scarf and a very expressive face that Tessa found to be quite intriguing.
“No,” she said, cheeks warm. “I was just deciding. It’s that intense a choice, apparently.”
“You’re in a foreign city. When you’re unsure, order the thing that sounds like the most fun to say,” he said with a small laugh. “I’m Marcus, by the w
