"Here are your appetizers, folks. We have the charred octopus with lemon zest and a chilled wagyu beef tartare for the gentleman," the waitress says, setting the small, overly decorated plates in front of us.
"I'll be back in just a moment with your wine."
I stare down at the tiny pile of raw meat and the purple tentacles, and I honestly feel like I might throw up.
This is what a thousand dollars tastes like? It looks like a failed science experiment.
Eden is sitting across from me, his chest puffed out like he’s the king of the world, smiling at the waitress as if he caught the octopus himself.
This bastard is a total prick if he thinks a fancy view and some weird food is gonna make me succumb to him again.
I look at the meal and I already know I’m not gonna let a single bite tou
