I returned to my seat after Rosaline convinced me she'd arrange a nice platter and bring to our table.
"Everything okay? You took too long," Dominic said. Though it looked like he was asking out of mere curiosity, not because he was offended.
"My...aunties own this place. So, I was just talking to them."
He gave a subtle nod.
Not long after, Rosaline paraded over with two servers. My mouth fell open as the platter landed: peppered chicken, fragrant rice jeweled with vegetables, a bowl of spiced stew sending up steam, grilled fish with lemon, and a fortress of plantains marching along the edge. There was no universe where two people finished this.
I threw her a questioning look but she only winked at me.
She turned on the neon smile as she addressed Dominic. "Hello, customer. We're delighted to have you in our humble restaurant today. I'm Rosaline, Rali's aunt. Now, I trained her to en a good girl. So you let me know if she's being bad."
I bit my lower lip to choke a laugh. Crazy didn't begin to describe her.
"I doubt she could ever be bad," Dominic said, and the way his eyes found mine felt like a vow being sealed in the space between us.
My smile went shy; my gaze dropped. My nail traced an invisible line along my thigh.
"Okay! Then, you two have a good time and let me know if you need more." She winked at me again before scurrying off.
"They seem nice. Your family," he mentioned.
Warmth flared up my neck. "They are. I'm... really lucky to have them."
We ate and let the chatter come in small, harmless threads. I'd rehearsed answers in case he asked about my past, but he didn't go digging. Relief and a strange ache shared the same chair.
The dinner went well, though we couldn't finish the platter. At one point he nodded toward my jaw. "You've got a bit, just there." I wasn't looking at him, but I could feel his gaze hovering at my mouth while I wiped it away.
I dismissed it as nothing anyway.
"I'll meet you outside. Just need to say my goodbyes," I told him before going off to meet Marovelle behind the counter.
"Thank you so much for the meal, Marv. Could your let me know how much it costs?"
She threw me a head to toe glare. "You ask me that again and I'll be hitting this on your head." She waved her spatula at me.
I laughed, surrendering with both hands.
"By the way, that boy's got a brow piercing."
"Marv, he's not a boy."
"Whatever. You all are still kids in my eyes. So, why did he have a brow piercing? That reads 'bad boy' to me."
I rolled my eyes halfway. "Come on, Marv. A piece of jewelry cannot define someone."
"Mhm. You already defending him, huh? Anyway, I'll still keep a close eye on him. You can go on for now."
"Thanks. Bye!"
I hurried off.

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