The dish was tasty. Athena admitted, taking another forkful, her nostrils pleased too with the variety of meals Antonio had made available before her.
Birthday dinner, he had called it.
But surely, there was no way she could finish it. Her stomach capacity was a limited one. She wished though, she could. She was starving—wished the feeling could continue, so she could clear the plates.
"I am happy you love the food," Antonio spoke, grinning, spoon suspended in the air, watching his fiancée devour the meal like she hadn't eaten for the day. He had made a good choice for a restaurant this time around.
Maybe, here would be their special spot, even though it wasn't really the la crème de la crème of the society. He wouldn't have known it if his executive cum friend hadn't suggested it.
"Thank you, Antonio, for this. Been so long I tasted food as good as this…" she paused when she remembered that she had another dinner coming up—one with Ewan.
