She watched the person across from her pick up the blanched seaweed, with a gaze that compelled her to add, "If you really don't want to eat here, we can switch to another place, find a Western restaurant..."
Before she could finish, she was interrupted. The man staring intensely at the seaweed on the skewer suddenly raised his head, looked directly into her face, and said, "Don't you like it here?"
"Not really..."
She quite liked eating snacks; it reminded her of her school days and the times spent with Bobby.
But she's not fussy about food, unlike him. She can eat anything.
Both Western food and snacks, she can eat them all.
Baron's dark eyes seemed to see through to her innermost depths, saying, "Enna, you do like it here."
"..."
