Not long after, Mirabe led James back to the same diner where she had grabbed a bite earlier. The ce was still pretty much deserted.
The owner, seeing the youngdy return with apanion, grinned and said. “Hey there, girly. is this your boyfriend?”
At that moment. James still had his face mask on, so the diner’s owner couldn’t get a clear look at him, but he could tell that the man had a good vibe. He was sitting there with the youngdy. and they seemed like a good match, which was why he blurted out such ament.
Mirabe arched an eyebrow. “Sir, you’ve got it wrong. We’re just friends.”
James slowly removed his mask, revealing a strikingly handsome face. They were seated outside the diner, where the light wasn’t particrly bright, but it only added a moody charm to his looks.
The owner nced back and forth between their faces and chuckled before asking. “Having another round of noodles?”
Mirabe turned to James. Her eyes were bright and clear. She said with a heartyugh, “What’s your vor, James? My treat today.” A bowl of noodles wasn’t going to break the bank. for her.
James‘ lips twitched slightly. He thought of the photo he’d seen on social media in the car, and said. “The one you posted on your feed.”
“Sure thing.” Mirabe said, turning to the owner. “We’ll have the samerge bowl of noodles with minced pork, but hold the chili kes this time.”
“Coming right up!”
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As the owner walked away, James turned to Mirabe with a mischievous raise of his eyebrow. “How did you know I don’t do spicy?”
Mirabe blinked yfully. “Just a guess.”
She nced at James, who was sitting ramrod straight. His hands not even grazed the tabletop. Mirabe sighed. “You know, this ce is pretty clean.”
“Uh–huh,” James humored her with a nod, sitting even straighter.
Mirabe didn’t press the point and instead asked, “No Wyatt?”
“He’s parking the car,” James replied coolly<b>. </b>
Mirabe touched her nose, not bothering to continue the conversation. Soon enough, the owner brought over the steaming bowl of noodles.
James looked at the heaping portion in front of <b>him</b>, and his brow involuntarily furrowed.
Mirabe had already grabbed a fork and a spoon, wiped them down with a napkin, and handed them to him. Leaning in close, she whispered, “Sometimes, it’s good to go with the flow. Being too fussy can spoil the experience of good food.”
Her husky voice carried azy allure, and as James turned to look at her, her beautiful eyes. seemed particrly enchanting, almost bewitching.
James paused for a second, then cracked a smile, epting the fork and spoon. “This is quite a lot. How about you help me out with half?<b>” </b>
“The night is long, no rush. Take your time,” Mirabe said firmly, sitting up straight and declining.
James let out a softugh.
Twenty minutester, after paying the bill, Mirabe and James left the diner, both instinctively putting their masks back on as they stepped out.
They didn’t linger, and soon they were out of the night market, waiting at the main street for Wyatt to pick them up in his car.
“How did you find your way to this night market?” James asked Mirabe, giving her a sidelong nce.
Mirabe, busy replying toments <b>on </b>her Messenger feed, didn’t even look up. “Saw some good reviews about the street food here online.”
She was a bit miffed at the moment. Why did a simple food post turn into something else in the eyes of her two brothers?
Theirments went like this:
Zach said, (Mirabe, don’t venture out of the hotel after 6 PM.]
Leo <b>said</b><b>, </b>[The world’s a dangerous ce, with too many bad guys. Bbe careful, and don’t go wandering off alone.)