"Um..." Asher pursed his lips, his head tilted slightly to the side as he stared at the menu in obvious indecision.
"Sir?" The waitress—dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt and black skirt that reached her knees, with an apron bearing the restaurant's name 'El Castillo'—waited patiently. She had blonde hair and brown eyes, and was holding a notepad and pen as she watched the young man with growing amusement.
"Asher?" Natalia called softly. The young man had been studying the menu for over five minutes now.
"Huh?" He looked up at her, blinking in confusion.
"Make a choice," she mouthed with an encouraging smile.
Asher gave an awkward smile in return. "I don't know what to choose."
Natalia stared at him for a moment, then stole a glance at the waitress, who was looking at Asher with barely concealed incredulity.
"Just point at something, anything," the waitress suggested, finding his naivety oddly endearing.
