Chapter 81

We were seated in a nice restaurant that Tristan had claimed to be where he used to come with his parents when he was a kid. Cliche much?

I sucked the straw that was in my can of coke and continued to chew on my bruschetta. Why didn't he tell me it was a fancy place? I would have dressed up in a nice evening dress she not this.

"They serve really good meals right?" He questioned and I nodded my head.

I stabbed a piece of chicken and stuffed it in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed with a beautiful smile on his face. I raised my can of coke so he could suck on the straw, but he refused.

"Nah, I got my juice." He shook his head and I noticed this wasn't the first time that he had rejected a can of coke from me.

"You don't like coke?" I asked, placing the can back on the table.

"Yeah, because of caffeine."

"What about caffeine?"

"It triggers