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Chapter 391.

    Chapter 391.


    <strong>Chapter 391. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: A Very Dangerous Game Under the Table. (2/5)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wee, will it be just the two of you today?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The only waitress on the floor approached us when she finished delivering a few tes with food to one of the tables with customers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, it’s just the two of us today,” Rosa responded while I was still scrutinizing the ce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The atmosphere inside the restaurant, overall, was quite nice. Some of the customers at the tables were chatting and interacting with other tables. It looked like everyone knew each other. Well, the town was small enough for everyone to know each other.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We passed by a school on the way here. It was likely the only one in this town and handled elementary up to high school.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two tables to our right were filled with customers who looked old enough to be in high school.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you want a seat at the counter or a table?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A table seat please.” I didn’t even have the chance to say anything. Personally, I preferred the counter over the table, but since Rosa already told the waitress a table, I didn’t bother to make a fuss. It didn’t really matter I guess. It’s not like they didn’t have any other free tables avable should another party of four arrive.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The waitress led us to the table in the corner on the right closest to the firece next to where the other high schoolers were seated.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa took the seat along the right wall next to the window while I sat down directly across from her with my back to the group of high school kids.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Here’s our menu.” The waitress put down two menus on the table in front of us before she asked, “Were you looking for a specific dish? I can give you some rmendations for our more popr items if you like.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you for the offer, but it’s alright, we’d like to take our time and go over the menu on our own first,” Rosa declined politely.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, just call me over when you’re ready to order.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you want some water in the meantime?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, thank you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What about you, sir?” She looked over at me questioningly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, yeah. I’ll take a cup of water too.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right away.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The waitress departed for the counter to get a pitcher of water and two cups.


    <span style="font-weight:400">While she was away the two of us took the chance to open up the menus.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I saw the prices, I couldn’t help but think they weren’t anywhere near as bad as I’d imagined. They ranged from $15-$20 per dish. I typically went for dishes in the $10 range at restaurants in the city, but considering the lower supply and demand for a ce like this out here, I suppose the price was reasonable.


    <span style="font-weight:400">From a financial perspective, it would be tough to break even running a restaurant like this out here even if operational costs and the cost of living were lower. I was sure they definitely relied on tourists passing through the town to remain in the green. In the future, it would only be harder and harder to keep a ce like this afloat.


    <span style="font-weight:400">While I had my eyes glued to the menu items I suddenly felt something under the table. When it bumped into my foot my eyes were drawn away from the menu to my partner seated across from me. She had her eyes lowered to the menu. Her elbows were perpendicr to the table with her right hand ovepping her left hand. Her chin was resting on the back of her right hand and the warm overly rxed smile on her face suggested she was in an abnormally good mood.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’s started to casually y footsies with me in secret under the table with her right foot. I could feel through the fabric of my pants that she’d removed the brown open-toe high heel sandal she had on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was wearing pretty loose casual attire that she often wore in the summertime while at home. Her go-to navy blue mini jeans and ck tank top. It really revealed too much skin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When we passed by those high schoolers earlier, the eyes of the guys in the group naturally gravitated toward Rosa and they momentarily stopped talking amongst each other for a moment. They didn’t immediately recover and speak up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Only now had they started to whisper amongst themselves behind me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Holy shit, that girl’s hot as hell! She’s definitely from the city.</i><span style="font-weight:400">” A boy whispered among his peers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">What the hell’s with the gloomy-looking nd guy with her though?</i><span style="font-weight:400">” A second boy at their table chimed in.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">You think they’re dating?</i><span style="font-weight:400">” A third boy immediately followed up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">No way, right? They’re probably just siblings or something.</i><span style="font-weight:400">” The second boy I heard adamantly rejected the notion that we could be dating.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Are you an idiot? Why would a city girle to a restaurant in a small town like this with her brother? They’re definitely together, dumbass.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Indeed, that was a very good observation.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The sober voice of reason came from the fourth member at the table who was seated directly behind me. The voice of reason belonged to a girl.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Together? Like hell they’re together. I refuse to ept a nd guy like himnded such a hottie. There’s no justice in the world if they’re really together.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Indeed, you’re not wrong. There is no justice in the world. I can’t argue against that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">If you don’t believe it, just ask them yourself, idiot.</i><span style="font-weight:400">” I could practically hear the eye roll in her response.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t help but notice when Rosa’s smile grew a bit wider. She seemed somehow amused.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Under the table, while pretending to read through the menu, she was stroking my left leg yfully up and down with her foot.


    <span style="font-weight:400">In the midst of this, the waitress returned with the pitcher of water and two empty cups in hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Here’s the water you requested.” She bent forward over the table and filled the cups up one by one.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“ThAnks!” I opened my mouth to thank her too, but my voice raised an octave higher. In the middle of offering my thanks, Rosa’s foot suddenly moved up from below knee level to on top of my left thigh.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is something wrong?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No… nothing’s wrong. I just had to sneeze but it passed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Anyway, just call me over when you’re ready to order.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We will,” Rosa acknowledged.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The waitress turned and headed over to attend to another table calling her over.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shot a re Rosa’s way and whispered furiously, “What do you think you’re doing!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She ignored me and continued to unabashedly stroke my left thigh with her right foot.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t ignore me and continue doing as you please.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa finally looked up at me and asked innocently as if she truly didn’t understand, “What do you mean? What am I doing exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You knOH~ I bet this fried rice on the meNEW~ would taste pretty good.” I quickly covered up for my verbal slip-up. She’d suddenly moved from my left thigh and pressed her foot up between my legs directly on top of my groin. With the tip of her toes, she moved it over top trying to get a reaction out of my body.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Of course… she was naturally finding some signs of sess with her aggressive advances.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Which one exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Which one? That is…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I wasn’t even on the page with fried rice listed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I hurriedly turned the page and found it as I desperately did my best to not let anyone discover the unseen activities going on below the table hidden by the table cloth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Afraid of being caught in an awkward sort of situation, I even scooted my chair closer until my body was pressed up against the edge of the table.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This one, number 35.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, you mean their house special fried rice?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. That one.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sweat was forming on my back. She looked like she nned to escte things even further from here.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wait, actually, on second thought, I think this is no good.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No good? What‘s wrong with it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">What’s wrong with it? We’re in public inside a restaurant with high schoolers seated directly behind us! Cut me a break here, woman! This isn’t good for my heart!
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