JONATHAN'S POV
I looked at Danielle as she took a bite of the chicken noodles, one I knew would be the best thing she had ever tasted and from her expression, my assumption was correct. It was a taste that was very difficult to recreate, trust me, I'd tried multiple times.
"What do you think?" I asked her. I felt a little bad that I had intentionally ignored what had just happened despite the questions in her eyes, but I knew she would understand soon enough. This restaurant was going to be in chaos soon, and we'd better eat as much as we could before that happened. Or rather, I'd better. After all, I was the one that was going to get chewed out.
She nodded and took another bite. "Wow. This is so delicious. No wonder the place is packed." She said with the food still in her mouth, so her words sounded muffled.
