James caught his breath by taking a glass of water and drinking it. He didn't know why he suddenly became nervous seeing Delilah in front of him. The girl did not act much. She even occasionally dared to glance at James and then glanced down again.
The waiter then brought a wine before dinner was served. After ordering the best wine, the waiter then poured it into James and Delilah's glasses in turn.
Delilah just peeked at the wine glass on her table, and she didn't touch it at all while James sipped it slowly. His eyes fixed at Delilah but did not rebuke her at all. After taking a deep sigh, he spoke.
"What are you doing?" James scolded, jerking Delilah's daydream on the Wine glass. Delilah's blue eyes stared at James as he spoke.
"Nothing, Mr. J." Delilah then chose to look down and entwined her fingers under the table.
"Don't you like the wine?" Delilah looked up and didn't answer.