Fiona Schmidt felt awkward letting a man hold the tray for her while dining, especially with them being so close, it left her unsure of herself.
She showed a troubled expression, and Lewis Holmes noticed, but he didn't move, maintaining the same posture with a smile on his lips.
Seeing that she couldn't refuse, Fiona had no choice but to brace herself and eat. After a few bites, she raised her eyes to look at the man, his face was only twenty to thirty centimeters away from hers.
For the first time, she looked at him from such a close distance. The man's skin was very good, presenting a healthy tan without blemishes, and his features were very attractive.
Especially his smile, gentle and hard to dislike.
"Lewis Holmes..." she put down her utensils, called softly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Are you really planning to waste your time on me?"
