Brian didn’t like Mexican food. It was too fiery for him.
Alessa’s grin disappeared. She was afraid that he would turn around and go to a fancy restaurant.
Those restaurants were too expensive.
"You don't like it?" she asked pathetically, worrying about the money in her card.
“Yes…” Looking at her delicate face, Brian couldn't refuse.
Alessa’s face immediately lit up with pleasure.
“Have a try!” She stuck her fork into a spicy chicken wing, handing it to him.
With a slight frown, he was a little undecided, then took it and put it in his mouth.
The spicy smell passed his throat and made him cough.
“Does it matter? Can't you eat spicy food?" Alessa jumped out of her seat and hurried to pat him on the back.
"That’s all right.” He frowned and waved. How could he tell her that he coul
