Sensing a hint of impatience on Cynthia's face, Zack smiled lightly, "I've heard that the steaks here are excellent. Why not give them a try?"
"Mr. Schultz, if you have something to say, please be direct," Cynthia said. She was not in the mood to savor steaks at the moment.
"Are you injured?" Zack's gaze fell on Cynthia's right arm.
Cynthia lightly pulled her lips, feigning indifference, "Just a minor sprain."
"Girls should learn to take care of themselves," Zack looked at her meaningfully.
"If Mr. Schultz found me just to talk about these irrelevant things, I'm not interested," Cynthia said, ready to leave.
At that moment, a waiter approached and placed glasses of lemon water in front of them.