The two left the theater and went to a nearby restaurant. It was a fairly normal dinner. At least, that was what Reinhardt thought at first.
Eleanor, however, seemed to have decided to order half the restaurant.
"This one looks good." She pointed at another dish on the menu. "And this one too."
Then she looked at Reinhardt. "Do you want this?"
"Sure."
"Then this too."
"Alright."
"And maybe this."
Reinhardt looked at the growing pile of dishes.
"Eleanor."
"What?"
"How hungry are you?"
"Very."
She gave him a completely serious answer.
Reinhardt couldn't help but laugh.
"You really are hungry."
"I haven't had a proper dinner in a long time." Eleanor quickly took another bite.
Reinhardt watched her quietly. She had changed somewhat. Although she was always beautiful, with a beguiling mature body, the atmosphere around her seemed to have become more… to put it in words, wise. There was a certain charm in the way she carried herself now.
