Chapter Eight

Ariana

After stuffing my stomach with overly expensive food, I wipe my lips with a napkin and sip on the wine that Liam ordered. He ordered wine dispite the fact that he had said liquor was not going to be involved tonight. I bet he did so only because he trusted me not to drink beyond my lips. I have no intentions of getting myself drink anyway. I prefer to stay sane and conscious of my actions while in this fancy place.

I breath out in satisfaction. The food was good and the entire service is excellent. Way better than Taste's Home, but there is no way the two are comparable. A waiter comes and starts clearing the table. He offers to refill my glass, which I immediately turn down. Liam watches me with an intense gaze as the waiter refills his glass.

His lips curve into something like a smirk. He finds this amusing? When the waiter leaves the table, Liam leans forward and places his glass back on the table.

"How was the food?" he asks me.