Hailee curled her lips in a pout because she didn't like how their first night was overlooked by the man himself. She then stabbed the omelette that was presented in front of her with a fork and strangely, it looked funny in Ramon's eyes.
"I just found out that you were so disappointed just because we didn't do anything last night." Ramon crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the table behind him, facing Hailee, who was still frowning.
"But, last night was our first night," Hailee argued. She glanced at Ramon through her curled lashes while pursing her lips.
"Aren't there always second night, third and so on?" Ramon said, stretching out his hand and tucking a few strands of Hailee's hair behind her ear.
"But, it's not the same as the first night…" Hailee was still pouting which made Ramon laugh softly.
