She loves lobster, really loves it.
When they first got together, she would pester him every week to go eat crawfish.
On her birthday that year, they hid from the rain under the eaves, eating crawfish, and he asked her what her wish for the next birthday was.
She blurted out, "Go to the biggest Lobster Pavilion in Grande City and try all kinds of crawfish flavors inside!"
"Mhm, I'll go with you."
At that time, he pampered her with his big hand gently patting her little head, as if coaxing a child.
Seeing her stunned, he stopped smiling and looked at her seriously.
"Believe me, one day, I'll let you eat at the Lobster Pavilion for every meal."
She remembered every word he said.
She thought that he had forgotten...
Chester Yale was leaning quietly on the seat cushion, his eyes closed, as if he had already fallen asleep.
A gaze was intently watching him from the side. He furrowed his brow, as if he could feel it, but did not open his eyes.
He knew what she was thinking.
