The young server immediately scurried back, her delighted expression all but shouting "The longer you take to look, the better for me—I get to feast my eyes on a handsome man a little longer."
She lowered her gaze and slowly perused the menu item by item until finally, on the second-to-last page, she spotted a non-spicy dish. Lifting her delicate white fingers, she pointed and said, "Let's add this one, too."
"Of course," the server seemed surprised that she had finished ordering so quickly and did not repeat the dish name, leaving the private room with a hint of reluctance.
The door closed behind her, cutting off the noisy chatter from the main dining area, and silence fell in the private room.
Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere turned awkward for no apparent reason.
She even began to feel like a wife who had caught her husband cheating and was now interrogating him in a forced confession.
