ROSIANA

" Uhm I'm okay..." I told the waiter who stood before us with the menu on his hand.

"Pick something to eat please. Bills on me"

Mike urged.

"But I'm not hungry.." I retorted tiredly. I just want to be out of here to make lunch.

"Anything at all. Please" he pleaded more. Almost placing his hand on mine which was resting on top the table.

Slowly, I motioned my hand away from his reach.

"I'll take french fries then" I said a bit low.

"You heard her. French fries and any cold juice. I'll prefer chicken salad and water"

"Okay sir"

Without hesitation, the waiter walked out and...