-(Daisy's Point of View)-"But you always play with other women besides Rosi, don't you?" I asked again.
"I'm frustrated, Daisy. It's a way I use to forget that I can forget."
Zen didn't sound surprised at all when I asked that part. It seemed he already knew that I knew everything.
After a while, the waiter came to take our dishes. We can't help but stop our conversation.
"Eat. You can ask anything after this. Or discuss anything," he ordered.
I eat slowly. Enjoy every chew I swallow until the hunger is reduced and then feel full.
Meanwhile, Zen was still cutting the meat slowly and stuffing it in his mouth professionally.
For a moment I was amazed. Since then, actually. How can just putting in a piece of steak make him look so pro and perfect? astonishing.
