"Alrighty, just give us a moment," the owner called out, bustling away at the grill without even turning


    his head. By the time he finished up and took a nce around, he nearly jumped out of his skin.


    The cozy diner had suddenly filled up with customers, all sneaking nces towards the couple


    tucked away in the far corner.


    Naturally, that corner hosted Morwenna and Stuart.


    Stuart was decked out in a bespoke suit, while Morwenna was in a beige chiffon dress Stuart had


    picked out for her. Both of them were ridiculously good-looking, one exuding the aura of medieval


    royalty, and the other pure enough to make you believe she could do no wrong.


    To the owner, they looked like characters straight out of a romance novel, slumming it with the


    common folk for kicks.


    His eyes lighting up, the owner hurried over. "You folks are our hundredth customers of the day!


    We''ve got a little promo going where if you choose to sit outside, your meal''s on the house. What do


    you say?"


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    These two were like a ma for business!


    Stuart frowned. ces like this weren''t his scene.


    It was too noisy and crowded.


    He wasn''t keen on the indoors, let alone sitting outside.


    But then, Stuart heard Morwenna beside him, bubbling with excitement, "Really? We''d love to!"


    The owner had asked Stuart, but it was Morwenna who answered.


    The owner was a bit uneasy, knowing full well it was the man who called the shots here. Would the


    girl''s word stand?


    Morwenna, oblivious to the owner''s uncertainty, beamed at Stuart, "Sir, you’re my lucky charm!"


    Every now and then, Morwenna would slip and call him ''sir'' when she was particrly pleased.


    Stuart''s frown eased into a smile, "Yeah, we’re lucky indeed. The outside seating isn''t too bad,


    fresher air."


    "Exactly!" Morwenna was quick to agree.


    Seeing their decision, the owner sighed in relief.


    Who would''ve thought this imposing-looking man would yield to the youngdy''s wishes?


    So, Morwenna and Stuart took their seats outside, at the most visible spot, instantly drawing gazes.


    People started whispering, wondering if they were celebrities.


    With the crowd growing, the owner, feeling generous, served them up a sumptous lunch, with extra


    lobster on the buns and a bonus serving of buffalo wings.


    Morwenna''s eyes sparkled with joy.


    Ready to dig in, she said, "Stuart, you might not know how to eat wings. Let me show you. First, you


    break it off at the joint, then twist and remove the bones. See? Easy. And then you dip it in this


    sauce here."


    Stuart watched, amused by Morwenna''s enthusiasm.


    Thinking Stuart was focused on the wings, Morwenna brought a boneless piece to his mouth, "Sir,


    open wide, ah!"


    Stuart instinctivelyplied.


    Morwenna fed him the wing, her eyes shining, "Tasty?"


    Stuart, ever the stoic, admitted, "Not bad."


    Just as Morwenna was about to dive in for more, Stuart stopped her.


    Morwenna looked up in surprise, "Sir, we''ve got all these wings. You''re not nning on hogging


    them, are you?"


    Stuart replied coolly, "You''ve got that cut on your hand. You shouldn''t be getting it into the sauce. I''ll


    do it."


    Morwenna blushed, the idea of Stuart helping her with the wings feeling a bit too intimate.


    "I... I think it might not look too good."