Van’s POV--
“I want fried chicken burger with extra cheese and a lemon soda.” Kiara placed her order.
“A chicken salad and a strong coffee” I also ordered.
The waiter wrote down the order and left us.
My hands were on the table with my fingers intertwined. Kiara suddenly held them and said, “Is it hurting still now?”
I raised an eyebrow at her and my lips stretched in amusement. She was so childish yet can’t believe that she could be so caring as well.
“No. It is fine.”
“But seriously? Who eats Salad for dinner?” She suddenly sat back straight and crossed her arms, furrowing her eyebrows, showing that she was annoyed. Really? Because I ordered Salad for dinner? She was such a kid!
“Sometimes, not always! I have to maintain many things, including food. I have a diet chart and I am b
