Alexia pov:
The waiter appeared out of nowhere, hovering at the edge of our table. "Good afternoon, sir, ma'am. Would you care to order?"
I glanced at the menu he handed me and immediately regretted it.
Who the hell pays this much for a salad?!
"What would you recommend?" I asked, keeping my cool while clutching the menu as though it might explode.
The waiter blinked. "Perhaps the duck confit or the wagyu steak—"
"Water," I interrupted quickly. "Just water for now."
"Sparkling or still?"
I shot him a look. "Sparkling."
The waiter hesitated, then nodded politely before turning to Mr. Almond Milk. "And for you, sir?"
He didn't even look at the menu. "The usual."
Of course, he has a 'usual.'
Once the waiter disappeared, I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. "So, what's this about? You don't strike me as the kind of guy who takes random strangers to lunch."
