Lara Nash was the first to compromise. She couldn't stand his intense gaze. Picking up the glass beside her, she took a sip and began, "Ronan Joyce, if..."
He cut her off before she could finish. "Can we not get to the point just yet? Let's just wait quietly for the food to arrive. Can we talk after we've eaten?"
There was a hint of pleading in his expression. He would rather they didn't start this painful topic. He would rather time just stood still in this moment.
Lara Nash pulled the corners of her mouth into a smile. "I forgot to tell you. I don't like Syanese food anymore. I prefer Western cuisine."
'Why? Why does it have to be like this? You can't make up for all the pain after the fact.'
His face instantly went pale. 'What is she implying? Is she implying she doesn't love him anymore?'
