"Come on, babe, stop teasing me," Charles purred, placing his hands between his legs as he forced himself to rise from his seat.
Swiftly, he walked over to a young female waitress, who smiled and directed him to the restroom.
After fixing himself, Charles returned to the dining area, where Augustine sat waiting, a mischievous spark still dancing in his eyes.
Charles sank back into his seat, a strained smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Shall we continue?" he asked, voice laced with mock innocence.
Augustine nodded, eyes gleaming. "Absolutely."
They resumed their meal, playfully teasing each other between bites, laughter soft and secretive as if the whole restaurant didn't exist.
Eventually, with nearly every dish devoured and only scraps left behind, Augustine exhaled deeply, his gaze still locked on Charles.
"Do you want dessert?" he purred, arching a brow with a sly smirk tugging at his lips.
