"Huh? No, you've got it wrong; he's not my boyfriend," Yolanda Greenwood hurried to explain.
"I'm her brother," Noah Coldson tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Alright, let's just order these."
"Sorry about the misunderstanding, but this is even more enviable. Boyfriends might break up, but brothers are for life," the waiter said with a smile before walking away.
The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously shifted their gaze away with a smile.
The dishes were served quickly—the friend of Noah's was reliable, and the food at this restaurant indeed tasted good.
Yolanda noted that Noah had ordered dishes that did not contain beef; the man was truly attentive to the finest detail.
Her mood brightened a bit, and she ate quite a lot, "Big brother, you're really splurging on me."
"As long as you like it," Noah stood up, "Wait for me, I'm going to ask the waiter to pack up the leftovers."
"Okay," Yolanda waited patiently.