"Huh? Torture? Wearing my dad's clothes is a matter of pride for me. It makes me feel close to him and gives me so much of confidence." Jacob frowned looking at the girl.
"Ohh! Right! If you are comfortable doing that, then it is good. You are really strong Jacob! I am impressed." Emily took back her words, when she saw the boy's angry frown. She wanted to play the sympethatic card, but turned out the boy was strong enough to handle his emotions.
"No! I was not strong, but now I am!" Jacob smiled looking at the girl. He was indeed smiling because he was thinking about Isa now, but Emily assumed that the boy's beautiful and warm smile was indeed for her. "Anyways, Umm.. What would you like to have?" The boy handed over wooden menu card to the girl.
"Ahh! I am on a diet right now. Maybe a fresh lime water, with a dash of lemon would do! What about you?" Emily smiled, trying to act high maintainance.
