"The service is really good, no wonder so many people who have been here keep praising it!" Crossley picked a piece of fruit from the fruit plate and tossed it into her mouth.
The orange was very fresh, sweet and tangy, making her unable to resist eating another piece.
"Someone you know has been here?" Ose Owen sat beside her, his big hand wrapped around her waist. Seeing that the corner of her mouth was stained with orange pulp after she finished eating, he raised his hand to gently wipe it away.
Crossley felt a bit embarrassed, pulled out a tissue, and was about to wipe it herself, but the man had already taken it from her, personally wiping the corner of her mouth.
