I looked around the restaurant as we were ushered to a table. I barely even registered that Emrys had pulled my chair out for me. My eyes kept scanning the room and people around us as I awkwardly sat down.
This is... extremely uncomfortable.
Yeah, no kidding. Reika agreed. This place is... fancy.
When our waiter came to the table, Emrys ordered a bottle of expensive wine.
"Would you like me to help you with the menu? It's French," Emrys asked as he looked over the menu.
"No, I can read French," I replied.
"You can?" Emrys asked as he looked at me.
"Yeah, I can speak and read almost every language. My mom made us learn before..." I trailed off when I realized what I was going to say. "Anyway, I don't need help, but-"
"Well, great. Would you like to share an appetizer? I can eat a
