"I hear they sell the best noodles in this town. Let's grab a meal, you can tell me what's bothering you as we eat."
Jasmine glanced at the stall and nodded. "T-that sounds great," she said, her nervousness slowly fading away.
They both walked to the restaurant and took a seat at a table all to themselves.
The restaurant itself was small, just a little shack that had very little room. But arranged in front of the shack were a number of chairs, with a wooden structure in the shape of an umbrella hanging above it just in case it rained.
Immediately they sat down, the waiter walked up to them with a notepad in hand and a friendly smile on his face.
"What will the couple be having this beautiful evening?"
Jasmine's face grew a shade darker as she remembered her earlier mishap, but seeing that Stark made no move to correct the waiter, she said nothing.
"Noodles for both of us, your special full-option bowls. Oh, and a bottle of wine for me," Stark replied, dropping the menu.
