I felt much more sober after eating, and my sense of smell began to dull back to its original state. The only downside now was that I was no longer hyper aware of Marco's cologne, and I found myself missing the scent of it pretty soon. Once we'd all eaten, the waiter came back to bring us the dessert menu. Marco turned it down, but I wasn't about to miss the opportunity to eat something expensive and make him pay for it, so I accepted and urged the guards to accept some desserts as well. Of course, Marco got mad at me, but I ignored him. He was like a child.
"Why are you doing what she says? Stop listening to her!" He glared at me petulantly. "And you, stop wasting my money!"
"Shut up. You kidnapped me, you should've known how expensive I am if you've been keeping tabs on me all these years," my eyes scanned the menu and I was thankful that I could finally at least make out the letters again. "I'm feeling like tiramisu, what do you guys feel like having?"
