"We can have Crème Caramel," Sara told Luca, looking at the dessert menu.
"Sure," Luca agreed easily. He then gazed at the coffee options and ordered a latte for both of them along with the Crème Caramel.
As the waiter left, Luca turned his head, only to find Paulina walking determinedly toward their table.
"If you want, I can send her away right now," Luca offered, his hand resting near Sara's arm, ready to move.
"Let's see what she has to say to me," Sara opined, a steely resolve in her eyes, choosing to face her mother rather than flee.
"Sara, you misunderstood me earlier. Can I sit with you?" Paulina asked, looking at her. "It's been long since we have a meal together," she added, trying to look remorseful.
"I have no interest in sharing a meal with you," Sara stated. "Also, there was nothing to misunderstand. You met Frida. That explains how much you care for me," she taunted. "Why don't you tell me what you want from me that you appeared after so many years?"
