FLORENCE'S POINT OF VIEW
"What is your order, Ma'am and Sir?" the waiter asked.
I swallowed a lump as beads of sweat formed in my forehead. I'm freaking out!
How the hell should I even pronounce these dishes? Damn, aside from the coleslaw soup, my indigent ass is not familiar with the godforsaken courses written on the menu list.
For the second time around, I regretted coming with them, it is a bad idea.
I leaned towards Storm who is sitting beside me. His manly scent pervaded my nose, but that's the least of my concerns now.
"I don't know any of these dishes. You should have brought us in a fast food chain instead," I whispered.
My forehead creased when I felt his body stiffened. Wait, did I do something wrong? Could it be our... proximity?
When realization dawned me, I immediately detached myself from him. Stupid Florence.
He cleared his throat after seconds of being dumbfounded.