Ian's eyes darkened unconsciously as he withdrew his gaze and said softly, "Thank you."
"No need to be polite! We're such good..." Maya stopped mid-sentence and quickly recovered with a smile, "We're so close, don't worry about these formalities!"
The door to the private room opened, and a waiter brought in two bottles of beer and placed them on the table.
"Enjoy your meal."
The voice was quite sweet.
Maya thanked the waiter and continued to focus on her food. She had ordered quite a number of dishes, considering Ian's taste, with an equal mix of meat and vegetables.
"Are you going to drink?" he asked nonchalantly, his tone revealing no emotion.
"It's beer, I won't get drunk. I'll just have a couple of sips, don't worry!"
Maya's drinking capacity was not great, but she more or less had a threshold. She rarely allowed herself to get "drunk."
Ian withdrew his gaze and said nothing more.
