Ayla browsed through the menu for a while before gripped it tightly and sighed heavily.
How could she make such a mistake? Had she not told them to come together, they would've gone to the restroom by now and the reporter she tipped about an executive of Hale Consortium cheating on his wife who was waiting in the guest room disgusted as a janitor would've surely gotten something to go on with.
He knew he wasn't as good as the people she had around her, so he often called out his own insecurities which often prompted her to feel pity for him and say things that didn't make him feel less of himself.
No wonder he and Elena clicked so hard. She had a type and so did she.
In fact, the only difference between her and Elena was that she already died first and knew what they were underneath.
Otherwise…
"Seeing how you're not saying anything, you must be really unimpressed with me being an architectural engineer."
