"A banquet?" Emma Hart pondered, the thought sending a wave of discomfort through her. Why attend and invite awkwardness? "I'd rather not go," she decided after a moment of contemplation.
Oliver Westmore watched Emma closely, a smile breaking across his face as he lifted his head slowly, clearly pleased with her decision. "Alright, we'll do as you wish. So, where to now?"
"Let's go for dinner," Emma suggested, realizing she hadn't eaten much since leaving work. The day's events had whetted her appetite.
"We'll go have dinner then. I was going to ask what you'd like, but you girls always say 'anything works,' so I'll make the choice for us—how about hot pot?" Oliver teased, his face wearing a doting smile as he sought Emma's approval.
"That might leave us smelling of the meal," Emma noted thoughtfully.
"How about Japanese cuisine then?" Oliver proposed with a grin.
