"That was some nice steak. Thank the chef for us, Ms. O'Shea."
Max had ordered a bigger portion of steak this time, while Josefina ate a 350g sirloin. The table was neatly set with small side dishes—roasted potatoes, buttered vegetables, warm bread, and a light salad. Both chose sparkling water, no soda or beer, keeping it simple and clean.
The waitress came to check on them to see if they wanted anything else, but seeing their empty plates and relaxed expressions, she smiled softly and gave a polite nod.
"Tell me, O'Shea, how old are you?"
"Me? I am seventeen. I will be eighteen in two months."
*COUGH* *COUGH*
Josefina smiled when she noticed O'Shea glancing at Max again and again. She was clearly trying to tease him. Max, who had just taken a sip of water, coughed lightly, then looked at Josefina with a calm but slightly annoyed expression.
"Hmm? Max here is eighteen. He turned eighteen a few days ago, so you guys are almost the same age. What's your full name, O'Shea?"
