True Love Waits novel Chapter 620

Night had fallen, and the town was covered in a velvety darkness. Someone knocked on the door to Blair's bedroom. She sat up immediately. "Coming!"

She opened the door to see Wesley standing there calmly. "We're eating out, right?"

"Oh, right. Give me a minute to change." It would look a bit weird to go to a restaurant in her uniform. She closed the door and entered the walk-in closet.

Wesley sat on the couch, waiting. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. And then a quarter. Twenty minutes later, Blair finally opened the door again.

From the amount of time she took, he expected that she'd be more made-up. But she had only changed her clothes. Nothing more. He didn't understand how a simple outfit change could have taken so long.

Just then, something dawned on her. "One more minute," she said.

'I don't think she could do anything that only took a minute.' Wesley felt defeated, wondering why it was so hard to get ready.

In her bedroom, Blair found the perfume Wesley had bought her, and applied some of it to her neck and wrists.

Ten more minutes later, they finally left the apartment. This took way too long, at least as far as the soldier was concerned. Wesley only had a few outfits. The patterns of his clothes varied, but he always wore the same color.

Blair wore a long white turtle neck with a slim waistline. It set off her slender figure and fair skin.

When she walked beside Wesley, there was a distinct contrast between the colors of their skin.

A long azure coat hung from her arm. She rocked a pair of fashionable, black-laced martin boots.

They went to Shining International Plaza, which was close to the apartment.

On the way, Wesley asked Blair what she wanted to eat. She actually was in the mood for steak but figured that it might not be his cup of tea, so in the end she said, "I don't know. Anything, I guess. I'm not a picky eater."

Just like him, she wasn't particular about food either.

Wesley looked at her and asked, "Really? I know someone who doesn't eat cabbage, carrots, towel gourd, pork, or duck. I wonder who that might be?"

'Sounds familiar. Oh, right. It's me.' Blair blushed when she realized that. "I can eat them. I just don't like them," she argued, feeling defensive.

If she had to, she would eat them. When she went to the grocery store, usually she wouldn't pick those particular vegetables.

Wesley smiled and kept silent.

They came to a restaurant in the Alioth Building. Blair chose a window seat and sat down. Wesley sat opposite her.

A waiter brought them a couple menus. "Your choice," Wesley said.

"Me?"

"Sure."

"Okay." Blair opened her menu. "Anything you don't like? Vegetables or meat?" she asked as she read the menu.

"Anything is fine by me. I'll show you what a non-picky eater looks like." Blair rolled her eyes at him. Wesley was dumbstruck. 'Huh? What was that for?'

There were too many tempting dishes on the menu. Blair wanted all of them, but she couldn't. She had to take time to decide what she wanted most. And it wasn't easy. Her mouth was watering and her stomach complained about its empty state.