Bernard's POV
“Come on, have a seat,” I gestured when I realized she wasn't making a move to take the seat. I watched her stare at the dishes displayed on the table and then back at me.
“What is the meaning of this?” she asked, and I smiled. “Dinner. I want to have dinner with you,” I said and saw her frown.
“I did not come for this, Bernard,” she grumbled. “And what did you come for?” I asked, and she was left speechless.
“This is just a harmless dinner, okay?” I urged, and after hesitating for a moment, she moved closer and took the seat.
With a relieved smile, I took the seat across from her and noticed her staring at the dishes on the table. “You made this yourself?” she asked, and I nodded. “Liar,” she spoke in disbelief, and I scoffed before saying, “There are so many things you
