[ESTELLE]
As the waiter returned, I ordered the pheasant with a sinking feeling in my chest—and a growing awareness of the empty coin pouch in my pocket.
I think I forgot my gold and withdrew some money.
"Is something the matter?" Damien asked, his smile curving in that infuriatingly calm and charming way.
I cleared my throat, trying to regain some composure. "N-nothing! Just wondering . . . do they accept card here?"
Damien chuckled softly, clearly amused. "Yes, they do."
I exhaled in relief, feeling my nerves ease. "Whew! In that case, we're all set."
His chuckle turned into a low laugh that sent a warm shiver down my spine. "I'm just messing with you," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I own the café, so order whatever you want."