It took her a while, but she eventually replied, “…Fine, but just go to the hospital if you truly feel unwell, alright…? Don’t put your health at risk!”
Chuckling in response, Mark then said, “Roger that, ma’am… Jokes aside, won’t you have dinner with me…?”
…Dinner at this hour…? If someone managed to take photos of them, then rumors would surely start spreading again, and that would ultimately lead to Zivon getting mad…
With that in mind, she was just about to decline when Mark added, “What? Unwilling to have a meal with me just because you have a boyfriend now…?”
“O-of course, not! It’s just… Oh, fine, I’ll treat you to dinner since you’ve been working so hard… Consider it my way of thanking you for making these wonderful dresses…” replied Xavia, prompting Mark to smile rather wryly.
After all, the fact that she needed a reason to convince herself to eat with him was a clear sign that she was still actively trying to avoid his advances… Slightly defeated, he then led her to a nearby food stall and ordered two muffalettas.
“Remember these? You used to love them back when we were kids.”
Upon hearing that, Xavia was reminded of a food stall that they used to love back in the day. The market stall would always serve mini muffalettas during lunch, and they’d be filled with cheese, ham, roasted red peppers, and many more. That was equivalent to a grand feast for them at the time, and best of all, they were relatively cheap.
Sighing with a smile, Xavia replied, “Indeed… They’re not as tasty as I remember, though… Guess I got a bit picky with my food.”
“Well, our lives used to be simple, and village hawkers usually cook things with authentic ingredients. I’m guessing these are made with artificial flavoring, so… I wouldn’t say that. Though, I’m willing to make some for you when I have the time. I’m sure you’ll find them as delectable as before when that happens.”
Xavia simply nodded in response as she continued eating her nostalgic meal.
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