Eleonore’s POV

“Gael. I swear to the Goddess, if you don’t order, I’m going to let you starve.”

“And who says you’re paying? What if I’m paying? I can take all the time I want. There’re too many options. You know we never come to steak houses.”

“Yeah, there’s a reason for that,” Missael muttered, buttering his bread roll with a tired, put-upon look that said this wasn’t the first time this happened, before moving the butter closer ...