Shay Windsor's dish was chicken curry, somewhat resembling Xinjiang baked buns, all individually crafted, triangular-shaped, with four pieces arranged on a patterned porcelain plate. He only ate one.
Even with everyone having separate meals, there was no ambiguity.
Katherine Blue regained her joy, picked one up, tasted it with relish, and kept praising Shay Windsor for choosing this restaurant, saying it was so interesting.
Elise Don stared intently at Shay Windsor: Even the dignity she dropped, this man was picking up for her. How did this scoundrel manage to do it?
Without making a fuss, yet overstepping boundaries at every turn.
Shay Windsor acted as if he didn't notice the knife-like gaze, took back the plate, smiled, and asked Katherine Blue.
"I remember you start your term in September, third year, right?"
Katherine Blue nodded.
Shay Windsor: "Is this program in the country focused more on internships or theory classes?"
