After Xavier finished the phone call, his face looked a little grim.
But then, as he glanced at me, a sudden sparkle lit up his eyes.
“Lulu, would you like to wear something nice and have a delicious meal?”
I raised an eyebrow, playing along. “Do you really need to ask? I mean, someone as
refined and otherworldly as me wouldn’t be interested in just any meal.”
Xavier glanced at the now–empty bowl of beef noodles, clearly deep in thought.
“So, do you want to or not?”
“Where?”