Tanya followed Alex to the dining table. Resting on the table was a plate of French toast triangles sprinkled with a generous amount of powdered sugar, a small portion of strawberries, and a glass of orange juice. Beside the plate was a glass vase with a bunch of red roses in it. Tanya blushed at Alex as he took her hand and led her to the table. "You should not have..." Tanya said quietly, although admiring the food hungrily.
"It is not as if I slaved over a stove to make it," he said with a hint of amusement. "Hopefully you will still enjoy it just the same."
"Of course I will!" Tanya insisted and sat down. Alex sat across from her and watched her eat. She savored each bite. "Do you eat regular food?" She said after swallowing a mouthful of toast.
"No, it serves little purpose," Alex
