Chapter 122

Zoya

The waiter served in half an hour and by looking at the plat I could exactly know that it was made by him. A smile flickered on my face.

"Your order, ma'am", the manager accompanied the waiter. "Sorry to keep you waiting", he said with a smile.

"That's fine. I didn't know you would get it ready so fast since this restaurant mainly focuses on Mexican and Chinese cuisine", I said.

"We have appointed a new chef recently. He's good at such dishes", he said.

"I know", I said in a low tone while smiling at my plate.

"Sorry, ma'am? I couldn't hear you properly", he said, leaning down a bit.

"Huh! Nothing", I smiled and tore a piece of the tortilla wrapping it around some pickles and put it into my mouth.

I missed this!

I missed the flavour that his hands had. It felt like to fill my mouth at once but I took the moment to swallow it, closing my eyes. The vision of him, making the pickle for me the first time came a