Matthew stared at her flushed face and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He returned his gaze to the menu before replying calmly, “Since we are already here, there’s no point leaving.”
Stella didn’t dare to argue.
Biting her lower lip in embarrassment, she lowered her head and scanned through the menu.
A good minute later, Matthew placed his order and handed the menu over.
Stella closed hers and said, “I’ll have what he’s having.”
“Okay, coming right up,” the waitress uttered and left.
While they waited for the food, Stella didn’t know what to say to Matthew. She just avoided his gaze as much as she could and drank water from her glass from time to time.
She had just set down the glass again when she heard a clicking sound.
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She turned her head sharply.
The waitress appeared at the door again. Instead of wheeling in a trolley of food, she stood at the threshold with a camera in hand and was smiling mischievously.
Prompted by her professional instinct, Stella immediately rose from her seat.
Face plastered with politeness and seriousness, she approached the waitress and requested, “I apologize, but we’re not comfortable with being photographed. Could you please hand over the photo?”
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A fleeting pause tugged at the waitress’s smile, before she started explaining, “Oh, I totally understand. You see, our restaurant loves capturing moments of couples for our wall of fame. It’s a Little promotion thing we do.”
Mid-explanation, the waitress’s finger pointed toward a cozy corner of the eatery, lined with frames.
Pictures were pasted, framed to the wall, each one harboring a Lovely looking couple gazing back at them.
Enthusiastically, she went on, “And let me tell you, I couldn’t help but think you two are just perfect together. Look, this photo is so good.”
As she chatted away, the perky waitress took a snapshot, excited to share it with Stella.
“There’s no need-” Stella was just about to clarify that she and Matthew were definitely not an item.
But then, out of the blue, Matthew cut in with a decisive nod.
“Actually, let me see that photo.”
“Okay. The waitress trotted over happily, practically a skip in her step.
Stella spun on her heel, astonished.
Why on earth did Matthew still want a peek at the picture?