"I trust you."
Those were hammer pounding into Lolita's heart.
It was a great thing to be trusted.
Coming from his boss, she felt proud.
"I'm delighted, Mr. Foster. The seafood porridge is to die for, I swear. I haven't been in Antawood for a long time, but their menu is super delicious. My friend Gabrielle couldn't share it with me since she's allergic to seafood. It's such a shame because she's the only friend I made in here." Lolita sounded a little disappointed.
Even though it was Gabrielle who brought her here the first time, she only had barbecue and beer. The two of them were like worlds apart.
"I'm really happy that we can eat together, Mr. Foster." Lolita smiled.
"It's my pleasure. And if you could call me by my name, I'd be very happy." His boss had told her many times.
"Jason?" Lolita shyly called.
"That's right. Just hearing you say my name lifts my spirits. You want me to be happy, right?" Jason teased.
Lolita nodded almost immediately. "Okay. I'll call you Jason when it's just us. But on other occasions, I better call you Mr. Foster, okay?"
"Deal."
Jason smiled.
"So, Jason, is there anything else you want to eat?" Lolita had always been bold. She didn't find it hard to start calling him intimately.
"You can order anything you like. It's my first time here, surprise me." Jason winked.
"Then, are you allergic to anything? Is there anything you don't like?" Lolita asked, wanting to making sure.
"Nope, go ahead."
"Great! I'll order then." It was such a relief to Lolita not having to worry about other people's allergies when choosing food.
Jason brought a glass of water to his lips, looking gently at Lolita's ecstatic face.
Sometimes, with girls, happiness comes easily.
"Lolita." Looking at the Christmas decorations outside the window, Jason called out her.
"What's up, Jason?" Lolita turned to him.
She didn't realize that she never felt awkward calling him by his name anymore.
"Christmas is coming. What are you going to do?" Jason asked.
In truth, Jason didn't have a deep understanding of the festivals. On several traditional occasions, he would be asked to go back to the Foster mansion to have dinners. Other festivals were all the same, more so, foreign festivals.
But now it was different. He suddenly wanted to enjoy Christmas.
"Oh, right. It's Christmas the day after tomorrow. I haven't decided what to do yet." Lolita smiled.
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