After Mila had finished two plates of the woman's mixed food, she felt her body get even heavier than when she walked into the restaurant, but aside that she felt really satisfied and happy that she even gave a happy foot dance without knowing, bouncing her feet up and down.
Zyran tried to hide his face with his hand, looking down at the table. All his life he had never eaten in this part of his hotel where people walked in and out. The only time he ever did something like this was during conferences with men in the same class as him, yet here he was, not just eating with some strangers but even begging for food in his own restaurant. The irony of life.
