Tyrone was not particularly fond of being photographed but Jennie insisted on taking a photo with him.
He strolled over and joined Sabrina to review the images on the cameras display. In a casual tone, he inquired, Was that Bettie who called just now?
Yes, she mentioned she wouldnt be joining us, Sabrina responded, her gaze fixed intently on the photograph.
Is her former boyfriend of mixed race? Tyrone inquired, a hint of surprise coloring his words. Startled, Sabrina arched an eyebrow and regarded him quizzically, asking, What makes you say that?
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I was just observing his eyes and facial structure.
Ive never heard Bettie mention it before, Sabrina stated, casting doubt on Tyrones assumption. Lance boasted impeccable facial features, but at first glance, he didnt appear to have mixed-race heritage.
Having taken the initiative to scout out the restaurant in advance, Lance had selected a hot pot establishment renowned for its distinctive offerings.
Seated across from each other, a waiter arrived with the menu in hand.
How may I assist you today? Valentines Day is approaching and we have a special couples set meal that has been quite popular. Would you Like to give it a try?
No, thank you.
Yes, please.
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Bettie and Lance simultaneously responded.
Their synchronized reply prompted a moment of mutual contemplation.
Bettie spoke up first, asserting, No, lets opt for other specialty dishes. I can cover the expenses.
With a sardonic grin, Lance remarked, Miss Ramirez, your generosity knows no bounds!
Without further ado, he took hold of the menu and proceeded to order a multitude of dishes.
Bettie couldnt help but realize that he had deliberately ordered an abundance of items, seemingly as a form of retaliation
As soon as the waiter departed, she sighed and remarked, Lance, youve changed.
Arching an eyebrow, he inquired, How so?
Youve become stingy yet hungrier than before. Cant you enjoy a good meal when youre abroad?
Lance graced her with a tender smile and ventured, A few days ago, I happened upon you enjoying a meal with a gentleman at an upscale restaurant. Was he your blind date? He appeared somewhat follicly challenged, possibly in his fifties. I imagine enduring that dinner was quite the feat for you.
The mention of blind dates invariably dredged up memories of her illegitimate younger brother, a thought that never failed to trigger Betties ire.