“Oops.” I’d thought I wouldn’t be able to eat anything but my traitorous tummy gave me away with a low pitch grumble. “Maybe I could manage a sandwich or something.” I smiled an apology at Oliver. When we’d first sat down he’d trawled through the whole menu in a bid to persuade me to eat, describing each item in turn as if it were fancy French cuisine.
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