"Okay." Zoya took the thick menu and said, "Then I won't stand on ceremony."
After the dishes were served, Yael ordered another bottle of red wine. "Miss Zoya?" Yael raised his glass to her, looking gentle and elegant.
Zoya only ate the food in front of her. "I'm sorry, Mr. Yael. I don't drink. I'll drive back later..."
"I can give it to you," he said.
"There's no need." Zoya said, "It's not convenient for me to trouble you, Mr. Yael. Besides, I'm not a good drinker. It's too bad for me to get drunk."
"Oh?" Yael's eyes showed a hint of playfulness and mischief. "Why can't you taste the wine? Miss Zoya, can you drink it once for me?"
"Mr. Yael laughed. Isn't it too degrading for a woman to get drunk deliberately in front of a man?"
"Miss Zoya, are you afraid that I... will take advantage of you when you are in danger?"
Yael looked at her with interest as she crazily ate.
Ignoring his teasing, Zoya quickly finished her portion of food.
