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Roman's POV

"Are you sure this menu is in English? Because I literally can't pronounce most of the dishes here." Sofie said, causing me to chuckle.

I watched her raise the menu again with a frown etching her ethereal features,, and I couldn't help but be swooned all over again.

"Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?" She asked, placing the menu on the table.

"Yes, beauty. Lots of it." I casually said.

Damien was right, I was really the biggest simp in the world for Sofie.

"Please never say stuff like that again." Sofie muttered, rolling her eyes as a waitress stopped at our table.

"A lovely evening to you sir and ma. I hope the ambiance is cozy enough for your comfort." She said, a business smile curving her lips upward.

I nodded, "Yes, thank you."

"My pleasure, sir. Are you ready to have dinner yet?"

"Yes, I am." I said, "I'll have filet mignon."

She wrote it down on a small jotter before averting her gaze on Sofie whose lips were wordlessly moving with a squint