Aiden paused at that.
And Arwen noted his expression before speaking again, "Given that you know nothing apart from that one recipe, I can see there is a story behind. Please tell us. We will love to know … I will love to know."
That recipe was just perfect.
Just the way she likes it.
So, perfect that she couldn't remember when was the last time she tasted it.
She did, she was sure of it.
But from which restaurant, she couldn't remember.
"Tell us the story behind it, Mr. Winslow," she urged, letting her curiosity surface in her tone. She wanted to know it, and she didn't mean to hide it.
Aiden's gaze warmed at her, and feeling the change in the air, the kitchen staff understood the natural cue.
They all slowly left, leaving the two alone.
Arwen waited for him to begin. And Aiden tried to read if she was truly just curious to know the story, or was there anything else she had been trying to find?