Everyone at the dinner table was shocked at how spoiled Alan was to Anne. He didn't want the waiter to serve him. He only allowed Anne to touch the cutlery and food.
"What else?" Anne asked as she held back her emotions when Alan suddenly grabbed her hand that was about to cut the meat.
"I don't want to eat alone," Alan answered simply.
Anne's shoulders lifted. "Then what do you want?"
Alan smiled wide. He had been waiting for those words to leave Anne's lips. Without a word, he then shifted his plate towards Anne and positioned the fork and knife precisely and perfectly so that Anne could easily reach them.
"What does this mean?"
"I only want to eat if you feed me." Alan grinned widely without guilt.
