Martin Irwin soon withdrew his hand as if he had just noticed the cake and candles. "Sorry, was I imposing?" he asked, waving his phone with a helpless look. "I was going to have dinner with a colleague, but he had to leave since he had an emergency surgery.Ann Liston nodded without hesitation. "Join us. You're already here anyway."I turned to look at her.During our past dates, she would start complaining if a waiter asked one too many questions.But now, she was already on her feet, pulling out a chair for Martin.Still, Martin didn't sit down immediately. He instead turned to me and asked, "You wouldn't mind, would you, Mr. Jenkins?"I was still looking at the roses blooming beside Ann's feet, but I shook my head. "No."Soon, Ann picked up the menu, flipped through a couple pages and quickly made her order: steamed bass, mushroom soup, and lobster salad.As she finished, she added, "No nuts in the salad, and no peppers in the soup. Poor stomach."Martin smiled. "I just
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