Emily's POV
"Merci beacoup." Jake smiles at the chef and he asks for an additional item, but I just can't bring myself to pay attention to the words that are rolling off his tongue and coming out of his mouth.
My mouth is basically drooling over the masterpiece that has been served on a golden platter, and just for me. I still have no idea about how it tastes, but just the sight of it makes my stomach growl in hunger, which helps me to forget about all of what has happened tonight, momentarily.
"Here." Jake hauls my attention away from the masterpiece and towards him, "I thought that you could use a glass."
He sets a glass of wine in front of me and I look at him in wonder. It is white wine. How does he know that I drink white wine and not red? How does he know that I like white wine a
