You Are My One and Only

Patricia’s gaze fell on him. She could see the teasing look in his eyes.

She gritted her teeth. Since she met him every day, he would have seen all sides of her anyway.

She gave up. “I’m not fat, so I need to eat in order to have something to lose in the first place!”

Having said that, she quickly plopped a mushroom croquette onto her plate and dug in happily.

Isaac chuckled at the way she ate with so much relish.

He liked sharing his meals with her. Watching her eat was a kind of enjoyment that seemed to whet his appetite.

Patricia continued tucking into the food, and Isaac obligingly piled her plate full of all the various dishes on the table. Everything he ordered today was a favorite of hers.

When she finally set her fork down, she realized how full she was and immediately felt a little guilty.

She was stuffed! Everything was delicious, so she kept on eating without noticing that she ate too much.

When she glanced at the plates on the table, she noticed that they were all nearly empty.

Meanwhile, the man in front of her was drinking from his glass of water while staring at her with those dark eyes of his.

“Are you done?”

was going on a

though she had been a foodie ever since she was a child, her enjoyment of

inexplicable reason, she seemed to have regained her foodie ways ever

conflicted expression particularly adorable. He

with him, she seemed to have gained a bit

back then, so thin that it would evoke sympathy

a healthy weight, rather than force

exited the restaurant, they ran

“Hello, President Arnold!”

briefly in acknowledgment, while Patricia flashed them a

at a nearby plaza, so Isaac headed

him and took the seat next

nodded in greeting. “President Arnold, if we leave now, we’ll

nodded. His slender fingers tapped against the

car slid out of the plaza and joined the

early this morning, so it was about time that she began

flew open in shock. She glanced toward the front before struggling as hard

let go. He closed his eyes with