In a French restaurant, Hank Clegg casually browsed the menu, "If you're hungry, you can order something first."
"I'm not hungry at all. I'm waiting for the baby to eat with me," Victoria greedily eyed the menu as she engaged in an internal battle with her stomach's demands.
Hank Clegg closed the menu, "Fine then, we won't order anything."
He gestured for the waiter.
Wait, hold on a minute!
Victoria was on the verge of losing her cool.
She was still at odds with her hunger!
There was no declaring a winner so soon.
"Wai..." She hadn't even got the word out entirely.
Hank Clegg had already handed the menu to the waiter. Victoria started to despair, but then heard him say, "Let's start with Cheese Baked Snails, French Foie Gras, and Borscht."
Victoria's eyes instantly lit up. Ah, so Hank Clegg knew she was very hungry.
"Don't worry, I ordered it for myself." Hank Clegg shattered Victoria's fantasy mercilessly.
