Chapter 52

• She drops the menu for us both, carefully so as not to tamper with the elaborate candles and cutlery on the table. Then she leaves, soundlessly even though she has heels on.
• I pick up the menu, catching Benjamin's eyes linger on me before he does the same. There is undeniable heat behind those eyes, but it doesn't set me on fire the way one particular pair of dark eyes does.
• I scan the menu, the cheapest thing is about two hundred dollars, for an appetizer. Something occurs to me then. The only thing I know about Benjamin is that he is also a student like me, and is related to a friend of my mother. I don't know his financial situation, though judging by his car, I can say he is comfortable. Maybe he has supportive middle class parents. But then that doesn't justify this expensive date. His talk about eating whatever I want because the date is covered earlier runs through my head.