Ethan knew Lydia was strong-willed; trying to talk her into something usually backfired. So, he pinned his hopes on the waitress, signaling her with a look.

The waitress, a veteran in the place, knew how to read the room. Catching Ethan's cue, she quickly told Lydia, "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but our dining room is fully booked." Lydia frowned, "When I walked in, I saw plenty of empty tables."

"Those tables were reserved for guests who haven't arrived yet. They'll be here shortly," the waitress explained with a calm that belied her fib.

Lydia, who had grown up in a small farming community, understood hardship. Why make life difficult for a waitress?

"Fine, we'll eat here," Lydia finally conceded.

It was just a meal. As long as she didn't dwell on Ethan's intentions, the setting was no big deal.

stream and

cobblestone path, and took a seat at the table

a grateful look

Ethan's approval, approached with

quickly picked a couple of dishes and handed back the

Ethan called, "Wait, let

four more dishes, he handed back the menu,

called out, clearly upset. "There are only two of us. Can we

leave what we don't eat. Two dishes seem too

want to lecture him, but his behavior was

don't eat? That's wasteful! 'Every morsel

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