Melinda did see something in Viktor. She saw a devoted father with ambitions that allowed him to do what he supposedly loved for a living. She saw a kind man, a gentleman, who in spite of his privacy still had allowed her into his and his children’s lives. But mainly, she saw a man who made her feel at ease, made her feel good about herself and who made her want to know him better. She saw a man that made her stomach feel funny and an attraction to that even though it scared her made her want to go with it.
“If the smell is anything to go by, I doubt we’ll have to do that,” she assured him with a smile and picked up her menu. Melinda could feel her mouth water slightly as she glanced through the menu. “It all looks delicious,” she told him honestly. “Robust, but delicious. I don’t think it’ll be the taste that’ll be the problem, more likely it’ll be whether or not I can eat it all.” She looked up at him with a chuckle.
“It’s nice to have someone cook for you,” she agree. Of course, if she was eating anything other than sandwiches or salads it was because she had either ordered it or someone else had cooked for her, but it was a rare occasion when someone baked for her, and that made it all the more special for her. “Is there anything you’d recommend in particular? And keep in mind, I’m not picky, at all.”