Ethan knew Lydia was strong-willed; trying to talk her into something usually backfired. So, he pinned his hopes on the waitress, signaling her with a look.

The waitress, a veteran in the place, knew how to read the room. Catching Ethan's cue, she quickly told Lydia, "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but our dining room is fully booked." Lydia frowned, "When I walked in, I saw plenty of empty tables."

"Those tables were reserved for guests who haven't arrived yet. They'll be here shortly," the waitress explained with a calm that belied her fib.

Lydia, who had grown up in a small farming community, understood hardship. Why make life difficult for a waitress?

"Fine, we'll eat here," Lydia finally conceded.

It was just a meal. As long as she didn't dwell on Ethan's intentions, the setting was no big deal.

Just a stream and some roses-hardly intimidating.

Lydia walked back, her steps firm on the cobblestone path, and took a seat at the table under the gazebo.

waitress a

approval, approached with the menu, "Miss, please,

a couple of dishes and handed back

Ethan called,

he

Lydia called out, clearly upset. "There are

we don't eat. Two dishes seem too

lecture him, but his behavior

don't eat? That's wasteful! 'Every morsel is hard-earned,' don't you

were farmers, Lydia knew the value of

farmers' hard work. Ethan, used to his ways,

symbolically tapping his head, and quickly told the waitress,

waitress nodded,

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