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 grateful look and joined Lydia at the

pleased with Ethan's approval, approached with

quickly picked a couple of dishes

waitress turned to leave, Ethan

more dishes, he handed back the menu, "All

on!" Lydia called out, clearly upset. "There are only

don't eat. Two dishes

to lecture him, but his behavior

what we don't eat? That's wasteful! 'Every morsel is

her grandparents who were farmers, Lydia knew the value of

to disregard the farmers' hard work. Ethan, used to

right, my mistake," Ethan admitted, symbolically tapping his head, and quickly told the

nodded,

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