He even shook his sandals on the cement to remove the dust. It's a shame if every step he takes on the tiles leaves dirt.

"What do you want to eat?" Emman asked.

"Well, I don't know about you. But maybe I can eat you," he replied with a grin.

"I'm not joking, Emma," he said so seriously that he froze.

"Let me see what you're holding. What is it?" he asked and took the menu.

He just looked at it but didn't read it. He didn't know what dish was delicious in this place.

"Have you chosen anything yet?" it asked again.

"Just you, Emman. I'm confused," he complained....