What a damn rip-off. Even the cheapest bowl costs sixty bucks.
She rested her chin in her hands and gazed out the window, suddenly missing Henry Lester's free breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was only at mealtimes that she'd occasionally think of Henry Lester.
"Here is your meal. Please enjoy." The waiter brought the food over, bowed, and retreated. Yara Quillan picked up her spoon, scooped some up without even looking, and stuffed it into her mouth. After just one bite, her brow furrowed.
She suddenly felt a gaze on her from the side. Puzzled, she turned her head and saw a man in a white casual outfit, so handsome he was almost dazzling, looking right at her.
Seeing Yara Quillan look over, the man stood up and walked toward her. He leaned on her table with one hand, gave a wink with his charming eyes, and asked softly, "Is it good?"
