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

you prefer

She wasn't too picky about food herself. Anything reasonably

didn't even look over. "Ribs are out-too fatty. Grilled tilapia is often raised in less-than-ideal

Wilfred-ever the meticulous doctor, even when it came

herself for not considering this. Hesitant, she suggested,

that," Wilfred replied after a

what had occupied his mind during that silence but decided not to ask. If he had proposed something else, she would have been crushed after

a mall, the restaurant wasn't independent but boasted excellent decor. The soft strains of classical Western

menu arrived, Karina's

the prices earlier while scrolling, but now she

never eaten a steak priced

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