"That?" Nora Smith puckered slightly, puzzled.

It's not a candlelight dinner, but what is it?

Is it, Asher Hawn, that he wants to...

In Nora Smith's mind, there was a vague guess.

However, she hasn't figured it out yet.

"Nora Smith, try this, your favorite." Asher Hawn's magnetic voice pulled back Nora Smith's thoughts.

"Thank you." When Nora Smith recovered, she saw Asher Hawn put a peeled prawn into her bowl.

Nora Smith picked up the prawns and ate ...