"From now on?" Catherine questioned, as if she didn't like the sound of that.
"Yes… It'll be our priority from now on."
"I see… more high-class bullshit. I signed up for this, so I'm not gonna complain."
The waiter came to take our order and then left, my eyes still on Catherine as she had hers on mine too.
Our staring contest was getting old, and it seemed as if we were reaching the point of throwing fire at each other.
I could tell she was getting more frustrated with me, and her impulsive side was coming in waves; and at this end, she's the most unpredictable one at the table.
I like it.
It made my blood hot, and I enjoyed her, but there was a limit to it before I took matters into my hands.
"Roses…" She was the first to strike up a conversation. "I keep seeing them on the table whenever we're at dinner." Her eyes narrowed as if she could finally tell.
I know everything about her.
