Chapter 45— The Contract

I looked at the feast on the table wide enough to hold food to feed more than ten people at once, then I looked at the guy who said it was a date and was even looking at me pretty expectantly.

What are you expecting? It is a wonderful place to have a date!?

A place that places more than a mile distance by just this long table!?

That forbade us to hold hands or anything?

Where is the sensual touch on each date I wrote for my lead is?

“Why aren’t you eating?” he questioned, and I again looked at the feast that was laid out and saw how most of them were my favorites and some his.

“This is a date?” I said or questioned and looked at him as his eyebrows frowned and he nodded his head albeit a little slowly as if doubting his own agreement.

I again looked at the décor of this insanely fancy restaurant and wondered just how my lips have been twitching to tell him just how nice I feel about this place.

What is up with people here?

Why are they dressed like some royal drama with eyes having ro