He walked out from beside her.
The faint chill in the air gradually disappeared, and the western restaurant began to buzz with noise. Iris Harris sat there in a daze, staring at the scattered tableware on the floor and the steak that Brandan had cut for her.
"Miss, are you still dining?"
The waiter walked over timidly and asked.
Iris snapped out of her daze, nodded and said, "Please clean this up, and bring me another steak." She paused and added, "Make it the same as he ordered, medium rare."
The steak arrived quickly.
"Would you like me to cut it for you?"
"No need."
Iris shook her head and started eating by herself.
In truth, her tongue could no longer taste anything.
The tender steak tasted like wax in her mouth.
But she still tried her best to keep eating.
This was something Brandan ordered for her; she wanted to taste the last flavor he left her.
She realized they might never meet again in this lifetime.
