"Are we going somewhere?" Cayenne asked while rubbing her eyes. She was still groggy and sleepy but she needed to get up and give him some space.
"Do you have any preferred restaurant or any dish that you crave?" Stefan questioned with gentle gaze as he slides down his fingers through her hair and rubbed her temple with his other hand.
When she finally cleared her disoriented brain, and realized what he was asking, Cayenne shook her head. "I don't want to go out and eat. Can we just order something and eat here?"
"Let's do that, then." He replied to her indulgently and pulled out his phone. "What dish do you want to eat this time?"
"I'm not picky so, just order anything you like and something you don't have allergy."
"Ah? You know my allergy?"
