The blind date was an icy affair. And she'd expected that. As the wait staff served one dish after the other, Kael kept up the pretence of being a dutiful host as he introduced the local dishes. Dora on the other hand responded politely to everything, her mind however elsewhere. All she could think of was how to escape as soon as possible.
Without warning, Kael placed his hand over hers, taking her fingers lightly. Startled, she instinctively moved to pull away, but he tightened his grip, leaning into whisper, "Smile. We have guests."
Dora didn't need to glance around to know who he was referring to—she could feel the eyes of the cameras on her, watching, recording every expression. Forcing a thin smile, she gritted her teeth. "Even if some people are peeping, we don't have to be holding hands. This is just a blind date. It's not like we're seeing each other."