Christopher sat in silence the rest of the way.
Saphira wanted to cry, but she swallowed her tears and pretended to read a magazine.
At 8 pm, New York time, the hostess serves dinner. Both eat in their seats in silence.
They had already been closed for 6 hours and still had more than 5 hours to go. The worst part was that they would arrive at 1.30 am, but in Howai it would only be 7 pm.
Saphira wasn't hungry, and the hostess thought she didn't like the food.
- Miss, do you want me to find something else for you to eat?
- No, thank you. I'm not hungry. If you can, get me a latte, I would appreciate it.
- Of course. – the hostess says, smiling and removing the practically untouched plate.
Christopher watched. He had eaten. He wasn't hungry, but he forced himself to eat.
- And you
