Dave added, "I like yours better; it was tender and delicious." His alluring voice, coupled with his words, carried a suggestive tone that made Hera's face flush.
She couldn't bring herself to lift her gaze, not wanting to meet the waiter's eyes. She was right to feel that way—everyone who heard his comment assumed Dave was speaking about her in an intimate context.
Even the waiter felt his throat go dry. He couldn't handle the moment; he lacked experience dealing with people of such extraordinary backgrounds and godlike appearances.
They seemed like immortals among mortals, stepping into his world for a fleeting moment.
However, hearing their suggestive conversation was a completely different experience, and his thoughts began to wander.
He couldn't bring himself to look at Hera; he didn't want his mind to drift toward lustful thoughts about the woman sitting next to him—it felt profoundly unprofessional.
