Bella's cheeks flushed a rosy pink. The notion of a special request, of a dish cooked solely for her in this opulent setting, was a luxury she couldn't even dream of. "No, no, please don't go to any trouble." A nervous smile plastered on her face. "I'm sure I can find something suitable here."
With trembling fingers, she opened the menu once again, the unfamiliar names and astronomical prices blurring before her eyes.
Just as she felt overwhelmed, the menu was snatched from her grasp, and slammed it down. Bella glanced up at him with a gaping mouth, dumbfounded.
"What is it you truly want to eat, Bella?" he demanded.
Bella blinked, her mind still reeling from the unexpected display of dominance. "Fr... fried chicken," she stammered, the words tumbling out in a robotic monotone.
