The western restaurant at night holds a greater sense of tranquility than during the day, especially when the lights cast a soft glow.
The entire restaurant was occupied only by him and her, incredibly quiet.
Jasper Sheridan seemed quite leisurely, casually ordering a heap of food and then eating without a care.
When he ordered, perhaps coincidentally, many of the dishes were tailored to Tanya Dalton's taste.
Looking at the items on the table, Tanya paused, and Jasper paused as well.
When he ordered, it was purely on a whim; he and Tanya were too familiar with each other, and he had never really paid much attention to her preferences.
It surprised him that he'd remembered her tastes without trying.
"Are you eating? Girls shouldn't eat so much at night, give it all to me." He spoke without a hint of politeness, as he had never been polite in front of Tanya.
He tried to move her plates over to himself, but Tanya was quicker to guard all the plates.
