Chapter One hundred-eighty three

Nathan drew out the chair for Layla to sit down. "Thank you," she replied with a smile on her face as she waited for him to sit down. "This should be our fifteenth date right?"

Layla shook her head, "I have no idea. You know you fascinate me so much with how you keep record of the number of dates we have had."

"Why won't I? I keep a record of things that are special to me, and since you are special to me. I have no other choice than to keep such dates and records," he reopened as he held her hands.

"That's great," she blushed while gazing into his eyes. They both stared at each other for a few minutes, before Nathan looked away to order a drink.

He snapped his finger, and a waiter dressed in black walked towards their table. He had the same curly hair as Nathan and body structure. The only difference between the waiter, and Nathan was their voice, face, and height.

"What would you like to have?" He passed the tablet to Nathan. Nathan scrolled up, and down, and passed the tab to Layla.