"I want this one, and this one, and this one . . . and . . . is this prawns and oysters fresh?" I asked the daze waiter who was in a frantic state, writing down the demands of food I ordered.
The waiter stared at me in bewilderment until I raised my eyebrow at him, and he nodded his head like a chicken picking grains.
"Alright, we'll take this and this . . . and . . . what do you want, Lawrence?"
Only then I placed down the menu and glanced at the quiet man in front of me.
We were at sea aquarium's famous luxury restaurant where we could view the fishes swimming beside us in a romantic private two-person table. The place was pack and it was a good thing that we had made reservations before hand.
Lawrence shook his head with a smile on his face. "I think the tropical juice would be good since you already ordered half the menu."
I ignored him and glanced at the waiter instead. "Make it two tropical juice."
