Wilfred's gaze swept over her without a word, and Karina climbed into the car on her own.

When choosing her seat, she instinctively moved toward the back, but before she could get in, Wilfred spoke, "Sit in the front. It's more convenient."

Karina hesitated briefly. Not wanting to appear overly particular, she complied and took the passenger seat.

Although there was a saying that the front seat was reserved for a girlfriend, Wilfred didn't strike her as someone who cared about such details. She decided to pretend she didn't know.

After buckling her seatbelt, a phone suddenly appeared in front of her. She looked up, her face full of confusion and surprise.

Wilfred glanced sideways at her, one hand on the steering wheel, the car still stationary. "I haven't decided on a restaurant yet. I'll be driving soon. You pick something."

Karina took the phone.

scrolled through the options, narrowing it down to three restaurants. But her mild indecisiveness left her stuck on a final

you prefer steak, grilled tilapia,

about food herself. Anything reasonably edible worked as long as it wasn't

out-too fatty. Grilled tilapia is often raised in less-than-ideal conditions. Neither is a great

the meticulous doctor, even

considering this. Hesitant,

go with that," Wilfred replied after a

decided not to ask. If he had proposed something else, she would have been crushed after

boasted excellent

menu arrived,

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