Dealing with feelings
The next day I decided to visit Joanna during work and surprise her, I went to the restaurant she worked for and asked her to sit at a table.
When I sat, I scrolled through the menu and spotted a few dishes she made me taste when she prepared the menu at home.
When the waiter walked in I ordered the few dishes I tasted already.
I looked at the restaurant, it was a small place yet looked beautiful in its simpleness.
The waiter walked back to me carrying the food, I thanked him and waited a few minutes before calling the waiter back on the table.
I pointed at the food and raised my eyebrow, "may I ask you to see the chef? I have to discuss some flaws of the dishes."
The waiter nodded and walked back into the kitchen hastily, probably worried I was some famous critic or someone important who came there to write a bad review on the place.