Chapter 74

Writer's POV

Eleanor stared at Hendrix and his innocent face, throwing all those words at her like they were just casual words "I don't want to do any of all the things you have been mentioning, I just want to eat, then go back to my house. I have questions for you though." The waiter brought the food which looked a little bit funny. It used something that looked like broccoli to form a heart shape on the plate and filled the space within it with chips and sauce.

"What is so special about this dish that they have to give it such a complicated name?" Eleanor protested. "You are more used to the American dishes around here by being so illiterate when it comes to French food but you know how to French kiss. Did you even pass French In school?"

Damn Hendrix, she could, at any point from now, throw her bag on his nose and that big mouth of his. "Whatever. This is a decent place to take your time."

Hendrix laughed. "You look so frustrated. Look at those blazing eyes. Beautiful yet psycho. D