She was still hungry.

And she did the only thing she didn't want to. She raised an arm and waved it in the air.

She wanted to.

She called the waiter.

It was not that bad. Compared to the smoldering cold of the surrounding air around her like an envelope, this was a breath of fresh air.

As she did, a walking waiter passed by and noticed her as he glanced her way before walking over.

Of course, she did, in fact, notice that Cain was looking at her. Maybe he thought that he was trying to catch the small stars in the midnight sky, or something. And he should've known that he was taking an awful darn time. And it didn't help that she couldn't speak nor read the menu in Russian.

To heck with it. Cain had better not try anything funny.

"What is your most recommended menu?" She asked at the waiter standing by, thankfully with a pen and note.

The waiter looked at her, "That would be the cream pasta, and the lobster and pasta, miss." He spoke with that Russian accent of his.

She still had stomach for it.

Thank goodness he spoke English.

She was starting to get a little bit weirded out at how the Russians speaks so fluently at the gibberish language she heard through her ears. Every one of them. Like waves she heard through and throughout. She didn't understand, nor did she hear it as the buzz of bees inside her ears.

And Cain had the time to look up at the waiter, clearly shocked, as his eyes travel back and forth from Averithe to the waiter. And again. A glint in his eye.

He did not, think the waiter was going to come by. Not at this time of the night.

She ignored him.

Well, he didn't stop her when she waved and called on the waiter. What else was she supposed to do now?

She replied. "Oh, well I'll take the Lobster and pasta, please." Rather politely at the well-dressed man.

"Да." He wrote it down on his memo. "And, you sir?" He turned to him.

They stared for a while, "Sorry, but I'll order when I want." He said, forking another bite.

"All right. Your order will be ready in 20 minutes." He both replied with a nod and the man went away.

She was met with a cool air. Until she leaned back in her seat and she was met with the cold, stoned gaze of a man across her.

It was a sort of glare.

"What?"

"Couldn't you wait until I finish?"

To which she eyed at his still, almost-full of a plate, "You just had - and are still having your meal. And you want to order again, aren't you full?" It almost sounded like a whine and an insult, but she didn't know which one's which.

He sighed. He just wouldn't stop.

And she just wasn't patient.

"Maybe, I wanted to look at some and, you know-- some desserts. Maybe I wanted to order one." He grabbed the menu off the side, and flailed it in front of her, as he opened it and skidded it to the desserts section, "and you wouldn't even know."

"You didn't seem like you were interested." She muttered. Leaning forward and straightening in her seat again.

"Well. It takes me longer to pick a dessert." He blatantly said, putting it back down with a flap.

"Oh." Was all she could say.
"Well, next time grab the menu and look it over more quickly then." She spoke and looked away.

He could just call on the waiter again, anyways.

"Well, it would be better if you were decent enough to think of me for a moment, and not just going off on your own." He chewed.

She narrowed her eyes at him. His cheeks practically were still fully-fully stuffed. He had no right to comment.

"Right. And when would I have to order then? If I had to wait for you, I would already go into the depths of starvation. Starving." She accentuated, almost muttering. "Count me in." She added, as she said in a huffed sigh.

Damned man, always wanting what he wants.. She almost muttered under her breath. She was too tired to argue, and have her beautiful night get ruined by some petty conversation.

Silence.

In a moment, that he looked around with a raised hand, and a passerby waiter came up to the table.

"Excuse me, but would you have the molten lava today?" He asked.

And she glanced over to see him already finished his pasta. That quickly. His plate, slate clean of any strings of yellow-ish dots.

"Yes sir, it is." The waiter smiled at him.

"Then, I'll have it." Then he leaned forward and whispered something in his ear, beckoned a hand for him to crouch down, closer, and the waiter nodded at his hear, before he straightened up. As he stood with a sort of grin on his lips. "Very well, it will come right to you shortly, sir. Please wait a moment. " He nodded to Averithe, before spinning and walking away from the table.

As he spun and walked further, and further away from the table, he disappeared to where Averithe assumed was beheading to the kitchen. Not missing the slight smile on his lips that didn't go unnoticed as he spun. Definitely. And she wondered why.

And to think, that Cain was sitting so innocently right across her. She narrowed her eyes at him.

It was her turn now. Says the one who ordered on his own, as well.

"You just ate a few minutes ago." He commented.

"Yes, so?"

"You're ordering pasta. Aren't you supposed to be craving for dess-"

"Excuse me, I am a grown woman, and fully capable of taking care of my own stomach." She looked away. "I haven't eaten in a whole day anyway.." She muttered.

"You just had a whole big breakfast."

"Really.." She muttered, trailing her eyes away even further from him.

She folded her arms across her chest, almost muttering to herself, "I wish there was a ringing bell in here.." She said. Then she could call whenever she wanted. She forgot to order a drink, and she was starting to feel naggy at how thirsty she could've been in the aftermath.

How selfish. He was just taking far too long to pick a single dessert. Just bringing it into his mouth took half the time of chewing and finishing the food.
And he got to order a molten lava, for goodness sake.
Tragic.

Not to mention the food picking.

One look and he knew. And he narrowed his eyes at her. She'd forgotten how many times it'd happened during the night. She might as well include it in the lines of Statue of Liberty.

Ah, the new trait of the man.
She observed. She couldn't even forget that in a thousand years.

She ignored him. He was one to talk.

And it didn't help that she was getting colder by the night, especially on her shoulders and her upper arms and down under. By the minute. Which made her slightly thirsty and a lot hungrier. Her steak was just too little of a portion, she didn't know why.

And the difficult man isn't helping her at all with her problems. He might as well be the reason why she was getting antsy. Everything was the man's fault anyway.

Cain kept glancing at her and she didn't respond, keeping her gaze to the side, frozen towards the icy lake of the glazing landscape. Clumpy.. It might as well take the whole space of the area, and make it into a restaurant. Guess they were just taking advantage of the nearby lake to build a food source.

She was mad, and he knew it.

Her mind was criticizing, which was definitely not like her. She started to wonder, of when she did; will she drag him down with her if she ever fell on ice for an instance, slipping on her skates, and having just merely an accident.

Maybe, to top off at the moment she was nervous thinking about how the hell she would skate in the middle of the snowy weather. Trembling like a little puppy while skating on a frozen lake. She didn't know. With a rather large audience in a place like this. Literally. She wouldn't have the slightest idea.

"Okay, I'm sorry."

She blurted, as she kept feeling his stone gazed on her. And it was bothering her.

She wouldn't be able to keep it up through the night.

Cain wanted to ask if she was mad, or whether she was really that upset at him. But he held back.

"You better." He commented.

And to her surprise, his dessert came.
Not longer than a few minutes.

And it was huge.

The size of a bowling ball, maybe less.
Larger than the fist of her hand.

As she sat there agaped, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Maybe he got the table wrong..

Was this supposed to be a special event, or something?

"Your food's getting cold.." He nudged a chin at her plate.

And to her realization, her plate has been set in front of her. Steaming. And she had not realized the steam until it hit the tip and the inner corner of her nose. It felt hot.

Indefinitely.

She huffed out, backing away. She had spaced out. She hoped she didn't look like a fool, and grabbed the nearby napking to smudge it off her nose with. She definitely was fuming right at it.

It was no surprise to him.

And she narrowed her eyes at him. The nerve.

The look he was giving.

She looked down. A glance at his full of chocolate plate. She should've ordered another two plates of two different desserts she'd been eyeing on. She flashed him a stink eye across the table.

The thing that it made her do. Wanted to do. Waved a hand. Raised a hand until a waiter caught her by, and approached her over.

"A- are you insane?" He asked.

She ignored him.

"What else do you want to order?" He asked. Ignoring the steam, giving off into the air and almost practically smudged up her face.

"Yes?"

"One plate of another Molten lava please," She spoke, "Like that one." She nudged a chin at his direction, the plate carrying a giant, black meatball.

"That is the biggest size, m'a-"

"Yes." She cut him off.

"All right. Would you like our special offer of tonight, the blueberry and frost cream cake, ms?" He offered.

"Yes, that will be good." She replied without a single thought. And she smiled at the man as he gave her a similar smile and turned away, passing by the tables full of people. And what their dress-ons looked like to be guests.

'Cain had to do it.'

She was met with a stony glare.

"You still had that smile on your face.." He commented.

"Yes, yes I did.." She trailed off.

And to a moment's notice, not long after, which definitely didn't take long, her food arrived, along with her pasta dish, which was marvelous, along with the molten lava, it was the most spectacular dish she had ever seen. More of the brown-cake sweetness that her eyes glazed over, looking and taking in the the oval dessert sitting on her plate, as it stared back at her. Chocolate.

Eat me. It might have said. And no later than that, that she dug in, and it tasted like heaven.

And that it looked as gorgeous as it might have tasted. Maybe even better than the man's dessert from across her, hers was more refined, and symmetrical. It was definitely someone's anniversary, or a special menu or something.

She ate half of it before going to her savory dish. Cain gave her a weird eyes but she busied herself through it. And she finished it, before having the sweet glaze of the inner chocolate dancing on her buds.

And to that that the waiter came out again, and brought her a plate of cream and blueberry dessert.

It looked like it had just been sent from the gods.

Thank you Mount Olympus.

No, it wasn't a word that could describe it. It looked absolutely phenomenal. She didn't know if it was a volcano, or a pudding. But it absolutely looked breathtaking with the frosting of cream on top. It's delusional.

She grabbed a fork and stuck it in his. The priority. He didn't even have time to protest, before she tasted it. As she chewed, she tasted extreme divination. And she almost moaned at the taste. She knew the aroma and sense. It was coffee.

To have it smear on the sides of her lips. "Oh-"

"I don't want it."

How did he know she was about to offer?

By the time she was done, her lava was
gone, but she glanced over and saw that Cain still had pretty much a third of it anyway. So she stuck a fork in his plate, and she hopped it inside her mouth, full of it delight, it tasted divine with hint of coffee. This tasted different. But it tasted really good. And she gobbled it right up.

His plate was gone before long, and with the help into her mouth of a vacuum. She loved it. Every single bite of hers, and her stolen nite.

Cain had already finished his, by then. And his plate of a leftover looked like it had been ravaged by Nutella and Ovomaltine at the same time. It looked incredulously messy, at how much the chocolate stayed at the edges, and even a few on the insides of his plate, stuck and left on the bottom of his plate.

She didn't know if he even liked chocolate that much.

Maybe it was too hard for him to swallow. And she didn't even know how he even stuck it in his stomach.