Summer Ford was taken aback, feeling a bit embarrassed by his question, "You're overthinking it."
What's the point of dining with him to adjust any atmosphere?
She just got used to ordering this way when she usually came with Tanya Dalton.
The dishes they ordered arrived quickly.
Summer ordered a lot: charcoal-grilled oysters, lamb chops, and a variety of shellfish.
Fresh seafood grilled with fragrant garlic, its rich aroma wafting through the air, felt like a feast for the taste buds; just looking at it lifted one's mood considerably.
However, Ethan Laurent had no appetite at all.
He kept staring at the fish Summer had placed on his plate. It was grilled to a golden yellow, with many parts charred black.
He didn't say anything, just held a fork, nonchalantly scraping at the charred parts of the fish's skin, not eating it.
Summer glanced at his reaction out of the corner of her eye, pausing before she realized.
He probably wasn't used to eating this kind of thing, was he?
