A warm feeling spread through my chest as I watched Tristan handle the situation with such firm grace. Not many men would have addressed the waitress's behavior so directly, especially when it was flattering to them.
"Would you like to try some of mine?" Tristan asked, gesturing to his perfectly cooked steak.
"Yes, please." I smiled, genuinely enjoying myself for the first time in what felt like forever.
He cut a piece and reached across the table with his fork. I leaned forward to accept the bite, aware of how intimate the gesture was. The steak practically melted in my mouth.
"That's incredible," I murmured.
Tristan's eyes never left mine. "I'm glad you like it."
Our waitress remained professionally distant for the rest of the meal, her earlier flirtation replaced with proper service. With that tension gone, I found myself relaxing more into Tristan's company. He was charming, attentive, and seemed genuinely interested in everything I had to say.