Winter smiles at the portly man at the desk. "Ah, Miss Campos," he smiles with a heavy accent, then frowns when his eyes scan Arthur, his eyes landing on their interlocked arms. "Who is this young man?" Winter laughs lightly. "It's alright, Sir Fernando, this is Arthur. He's just a hungry friend. I told him this is the best restaurant in town and if he had to be hungry, he best be hungry here." Fernando laughs at her joke, and leads them to a secluded table with a singular red rose. He pulls Winter aside. "I won't tell if you won't," he winks, glancing at Arthur. "Fernando!" Winter protests, going back to the table blushing a bit furiously. "I'm sorry about that."
"Do you go again since you hit, or is it my turn?"