The rest of the meal, Layla spent comfortably seated on my lap.
Since she insisted, I ended up feeding her every bite, sharing the meal between us as she leaned into me, completely at ease.
For over an hour, we remained like that—our warmth mingling, our scents intertwining, wrapped in our own little world. Neither of us wanted to move, but eventually, to our shared disappointment, we had to part and leave the restaurant.
Of course, if I truly wanted, I could have paid extra to keep our spot for the entire day. But even I had limits.
Once outside, we didn't bother with parks or any scheduled activities. Instead, we simply walked through the streets, side by side, Layla clinging to my arm and resting her head against my shoulder. A contented smile played on her lips, as if nothing in the world could ruin this moment.
After a while, I broke the comfortable silence.
"Are you sure you don't want to buy anything?" I asked, glancing down at her.
