However, her gentle facade didn't crack, and she spoke with appropriate cheerfulness, ignoring, and changing the subject.
"Well, I was actually passing by for lunch and happened to see you. So, I thought I'd invite you along. I know an excellent Turkish restaurant nearby. They serve really delicious food. What do you think?" With the last sentence, she turned to face Dennis and looked into his eyes in a shy but powerful way, looking up.
Her last memory of the restaurant was something bad and shameful, and she wanted to erase it.
But, as always, she was interrupted by the pink-haired girl who should never have stood by him, or any other girl, so brazenly that she frowned at herself.
"Oh, bon appetit," Becca whispered, her blue eyes apologetic and sensitive, then continued under their gaze and glared at her.