I don't like how touchy she is getting.
"I heard you have a baby girl now, congratulations, am sorry I didn't come to see her-" she continues to speak until I cut her.
"I'm that girl's mother, and she's doing very well, thanks. Can you call the chef now, am quite famished,"
She raises her brows and finally glances at me, awkwardly smiling but I don't smile back.
"I'm sorry but-" she starts but I don't let her finish.
"Anyday today," I smile tightly and gesture for her to leave. She hesitates and stiffs the air but my gaze is unwavering.
"Excuse me, Madame," She bows, seemingly intimidated and my date is proud of me.
"What?" I ask sheepishly, getting a camellia from the table and bringing it to my nose.
"Jealous?" He asks, amused. I huff, crossing my arms across my chest.
"No," I grumble.
"Your red cheeks beg to differ, love. I like it," he winks, and my hands fly to my cheeks.
"Just continue to explain the dishes,"