The Date I

"King Atticus, I must say I'm surprised that you agreed to my invitation," Francessa Seibert said, a girlish blush on her cheeks as she gazed at her king. 

"How could I not?" Atticus smiled at her bemusedly, as though Francessa was the odd one for thinking otherwise. "I've always loved food, and I'm interested in trying out what your newest restaurant has to offer."

"Then I hope my humble restaurant meets your expectations." Francessa curtseyed demurely before looking over her latest pride and joy. 

She was finally opening her restaurant, right in the center of town. It had two floors, an extensive menu, and she had even purposely hired chefs from different regions so as to perfect the dishes she had in mind. It was an expensive investment, but to her, it was worth every penny.