“Turner, I can’t accept—”
“Yes, you can,” Turner cut Calvin off midsentence. “Consider this as a bribe so your friends will like me and approve of our relationship.”
Calvin’s eyes widened in surprise upon hearing that. “You really don’t have to do this. My friends already like you. They were the ones who took the initiatives and made us sit next to each other at your restaurant. Remember?”
Turner grinned. “Yeah. I was just teasing you about the bribe. It was a bad joke on my part.”
Calvin still felt bad as he accepted the boxes of buns from the sellers. “I can return you the money.”
Turner shook his head. “Please don’t.”
Calvin was at a loss now. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Turner answered while taking the boxes off Calvin’s hands. “Let me carry them for you. I’m sure you want to look around at all of the other stalls. Your friends have told me you’re a bit of a foodie. You should make full use of this wonderful opportunity to try everything from as many stalls as possible.”