"We also have herb-roasted chicken, mixed meat pie, vegetable soup, pumpkin soup, pan-seared steak, and our house specialty, potato beef stew," the waitress promptly introduced.
"Then—" Fia had just been about to order when Sim impatiently cut in.
"Four portions of everything, and a few bottles of rum. Hurry up, I'm starving to death."
"Certainly, it'll be right out." The waitress quickly noted down the order and turned to leave.
"You ordered way too much. What a waste," Fia said, deeply dissatisfied with Sim's extravagance.
"It's fine, it won't go to waste. Besides, don't we have money now? Why not eat something better?" Sim did not care in the slightest. Money was meant to be spent.
"Solam, what are you staring blankly at?" Fia had intended to continue lecturing Sim, but when she saw Solam sitting there silently in a daze, she could not help asking. Following his gaze, she saw that his eyes were glued to the waitress who had already left, and anger immediately surged through her.
Bang! "Ow!" Fia promptly kicked Solam beneath the table.
"That hurt! Why did you kick me?" Solam was jolted back to his senses by the kick.
"Hmph! Pervert! I knew you were no good."
"I-I was just looking. It's not like I did anything." Solam felt a little guilty too. He even felt as though some ** had possessed him. It seemed he really needed to find a woman to vent his urges on, or he was afraid he might make himself sick from holding it in.
Before long, Maris arrived as well. Just then, the waitress had finished serving all the dishes. Before leaving, she even gave Solam a flirtatious wink, nearly making him lose control. It was hardly surprising, really. Waitresses working in places like this often took on