Emma
“Congratulations, Mr. Armstrong! In one meal, you made me like Japanese food.” I smiled at him as we were finishing lunch. I was still sitting on the cushions in the private VIP room of the luxury Japanese restaurant.
Killian was chuckling. “My mission now will be to diversify your palate,” he said.
“What other cuisine do you recommend?” I asked.
“Have you ever eaten Portuguese cod? An Indian curry, or even better, a feijoada in Brazil?” He smiled at me.
“You seem like a person who loves traveling and seeing new places, you seem really cool,” I praised him.
He shrugged, pulling the sleeve of his dress shirt up to his elbow as a matter of course. “I would say that I am a person who likes to enjoy life. You only live once, right?” He replied.
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