Dahnya’s POV:
Levi doesn’t ask me for recommendations for a restaurant. Just pulls out his phone and scans a few addresses. He gives me a mysterious smile and drives off. Before long, we’re in the parking lot of an Irish pub. It’s early, so the drinking crews have not shown up yet. The food smells amazing. I swear his stomach just growled again. He must be starving!
The waitress asks us what we’d like to drink. She recommends some house beers, and Levi surprises me yet again, by declining politely. He actually tells her that I am underage, so, no thanks. I order a glass of orange juice. “Wait!” I stick my hand up and the waitress comes back. “He’s really hungry, could you suggest a starter, please?” She smiles and tells us what’s good, and I order him some spicy steak strips and a cheesy
