"I wasn't moaning, okay!" retorted Vera Wave indignantly.
"Shush!" Kris Cooper put a finger to her lips. "Everyone heard."
Vera Wave glanced around and indeed saw two restaurant hosts standing on the stairs, barely holding back laughter, their cheeks twitching from the effort.
She wished the ground would open up and swallow her then and there.
"Please, come this way!"
One of the hosts walked over and politely invited them in.
Vera Wave, embarrassed, grabbed Kris Cooper's arm and buried her face in his sleeve, like an ostrich hiding its head.
Not until they had climbed the stairs and were inside the private room did she finally breathe a sigh of relief. Sitting down, she pouted and glared at Kris Cooper across the table.
Kris Cooper ordered the dishes. He saw Vera Wave sitting far across from him and lazily leaned back in his chair.
"Come over here and get me some food!"
"No!"
"So, you want to... go home and get intimate sooner?"
