Sheila's POV
He parked his car in front of the fine restaurant that I had been ever before. One of the chauffeurs came and opened the door for us, treating us as a VIP customer. The outer view of the restaurant was beautiful. On top of that, there was written "Shaliya's Restaurant" in a fancy letter.
"Shall we go?" He asked stretching his hand to hold.
"Hmm yeah." I held his hand and he directed me towards the table which was located in the corner of the restaurant near the window.
"Good evening Sir, Madam." A waiter came and greeted us politely. I gave him a smile while Karl nodded his head.
"What do you want to eat?" Karl asked me. I went through the menu and ordered the Chicken bog unable to find other dishes as special though they seem mouth-watering.
"One Chicken Bog," he told the waiter and he wrote down on his note pad before walking out of the way.
"Why you didn't order anything?" I asked out of curiosity.