Maxwell's POV
We got down the ride once it had stopped. I intertwined my fingers with Isabella's. I could feel her gaze on me. I did not turn to face her. Instead I kept walking with a smile on my face.
"Would you like to have something?" I ask her.
"Yeah" she smile at me.
We stopped at the nearby stall. They had momos, french fries, chicken roll and many other availability on the menu.
"What would you like to have?" I ask her as we stood there.
"Chicken roll and fries" she says.
Giving her a nod, I ordered it. The chairs were not empty as they were occupied. After ten minutes or so we got the seats.
The waiter gives us our order.
"Wait for a minute" I say to her.
She frowned at me "Why?" she asks.
"It is hot. You will burn your tongue" I say.
"Are you concerned for me?" she a
