Emily took charge, ordering a selection of sushi rolls and sashimi for them to share. As the waiter left, she reached for her chopsticks with practiced ease.
Lucas watched her, a mix of admiration and frustration crossing his face. "How the hell do you make that look so effortless?"
She laughed, twirling the chopsticks between her fingers. "Years of practice, daddy. Don't tell me you've never used chopsticks before?"
He winced, picking up his own pair awkwardly. "Never had much reason to. I'm more of a steak and potato guy."
"Here, let me show you," Emily said, setting her chopsticks down and leaning across the table. She gently repositioned his fingers, her touch lingering. "Like this. Hold the top one like a pencil, and keep the bottom one steady."
Lucas fumbled, nearly dropping the
