Plus, his trust in her seemed to make her happy so he would remember that while swallowing whatever abomination she would order for him.
That should make things much easier.
Olaedo tapped the menu lightly, her voice bright and confident. "Abacha, please. Make sure there's plenty of kanda and anyara, just the lightly spiced ones. And grilled catfish on the side, the one you love."
Chibuzor froze for a split second. Wait… she knows?
She continued, her smile soft but mischievous. "Ugba, only the fresh, tender pieces… and add a little onions on the side. Just enough to complement the abacha, but nothing too strong for you."
Chibuzor blinked, a small, unnoticeable flicker of warmth spreading through him.
Five months. She had been paying attention for five months, quietly noting his preferences without him ever realizing. Every little thing he liked, every small detail, she remembered.
