[“But ironically, you’re prettier. In my eyes, you are always pretty even if you’re wearing a rag. That’s how love works, idiot.”]
Those words rang in Ryan’s ears even after they entered the restaurant.
From the back, she glanced at her childhood sweetheart.
‘It was so hard to get used to his sweet behavior,’ she protested.
Taking a deep breath, Ryan looked at the huge menu folder in front of her. When she saw the prices of the food, her eyes blinked simultaneously.
‘Is he telling me that we will spend $100 for one dish? That’s insane!’
Slowly, she peeked at Terban.
‘Well, he’s rich. Ordering expensive food is fine.’
“Did you make a choice?” Terban asked, flipping the menu.
“Not yet. Since this is your treat, I have to choose well.”
“Why? You’re worried that I’d spend a lot? Don’t pick the lowest price.”
“Who said I would? I am actually searching for the most expensive food.”
