Javier brought the main dish along, I didn’t actually know the name of the dish, It, along with the wine were some fancy French names that I couldn't pronounce. I just did the logical thing and tried to buy the most expensive things on the menu for our date.
The thick meat strips had a faint salty flavor, coupled with a gamey umami curtain that blanketed the tongue. Was this what rich people eat? Give me a burger any day.The wine itself tasted like fermented grape water, yes I get it, that’s what wine is supposed to taste like, but I expected something more somehow. A hint of pineapple and some light tartness was it. I dunno, I guess from something so rich I expected something… tasty? I guess rich people just like emptiness.
Carletta quietly cut into the meat with a simple grace that
the only movement seen in her body were light tremors seen in the
pearls hung around her neck. Vacancy within her eyes reflecting the
taste of the wine.
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