Romeo sat down next to Rosemary, holding her hand tightly and handing her the menu. "What would you like to eat?" Rosemary took a gander at the menu, picked a few dishes haphazardly, Romeo padded the order with a bunch more. As the manager ducked out of the room, Rosemary arched an eyebrow,
"Mind letting go now?"
Romeo asked demurely and seriously, "Can we hold it a little longer? Just for a moment… It's a sight for sore eyes during the day too, I'll bring you here next time, alright?"
Rosemary stayed mum. After a beat, the manager waltzed in with a few chefs, dishes in tow.
At lunch today, Romeo had taken note of the dishes Rosemary didn't touch, and the ones she seemed to fancy, so he had a rough idea of her taste and ordered accordingly.
"All this grub, you think you can polish it off?" Rosemary eyed the spread, a good twenty dishes laid out before them.