When Ethan Grant heard her response, his hand, which had been hovering over the transfer button, finally paused.
Shirley Thorne had been brave enough to invite him but lacked the courage to follow through. She quickly tried to save face. "I heard the steak on Pyralia is delicious!"
She gulped nervously, her face flushing crimson. Her eyes darted everywhere except at the man across from her.
Ethan Grant closed the transfer page. "You've had it before," he said casually.
"Huh?"
'I've had it before?'
'When have I ever had a candlelight dinner?'
"The steak. You've had it before."
Ethan Grant looked up at her, a faint, teasing smile playing on his lips. The gentleness in his eyes was tinged with playfulness.
"The steak for the candlelight dinner is made by the same chef."
Shirley Thorne: ...
"Haha, is that right? I thought it would be different somehow!"
