~{JOY'S POV}~
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Of course
What had I been expecting if not the place of love restaurant?
He's doing all this on the pretext of getting to see Ingrid. And right now I felt like the perfect bait as I sat with him in the restaurant while we went through the menu.
"I'm guessing you'll go with bread as usual," I mumbled and he chuckled.
"Did she tell you?"
"Of course," I truthfully said and dropped the menu aside.
"So what would you like to order?" He politely asked but instead of answering I folded my arms and gave him a scrutinizing look.
"Order something for a change," I insisted.
"Why?"
"Because you're making this uncomfortable for her and people will begin to think you're a thing." I advised.
"That's my point. To make people think we're a thing. And by the way, we agreed on her delivering the bread to my saloon but she backed out on our deal so what else can I do if not come here." He defended himself.
"But she's not interested," I reminded him.
