"Do you know how long it takes to get it that perfect?" I playfully glared at him, fixing my hair by combing my fingers through it. I picked up a menu as well, puffing my cheeks out a bit as I look at him. "It's fine, I ca-" I cut myself off, looking at the prices. "Okay, we can share the bill." I stated quite easily afterwards, trying to find something that wasn't too pricey. "Should I tell you what and who to expect at the wedding?" I asked, giving him a sweet smile. -cat
After picking outsomething for himself—the lasagne was one of the cheapest on the list—he pushed the menu aside and propped hischin on his fist, studying your movements quietly as he returned your smilewith a close-lipped one. “Yeah, sure,” he said, turning away for a moment tocall one of the waiters just lounging around the counter. “I wouldn’t reallywant to mess up your sister’s wedding. Will there be a lot of relatives on yourside coming? I’m not sure if I can remember all of them but I’ll try my best.” Anothergenuine, abashed smile was directed at you before asking, “Are you donepicking?”