"Remind me again, why did I even allow you to treat me?" Asher mumbled, still staring at the shawarma in his hand as they sat there on the bench in a park.
"What are you dissatisfied about? This is good." Satele pretended that she didn't hear Asher's complaint about their food. She happily munched her shawarma while she roamed her eyes around the peaceful evening scenery in the park.
Lamps were subtly illuminating the place while the frozen lake emitted foggy air while children skates and played with the snow. Some contended to cuddle under a tree draped with a blanket and jacket while some took their evening jog and walk.
She let out a contented sigh. Nothing beats a peaceful time with her favorite street foods and coffee on a cold winter night.
Asher resisted to eased his knotted brows with his fingers. He should have known better. It was all him forgetting that the woman had no money yet still had the audacity to treat him to dinner.
