Nia Mitchell stared blankly as Maxwell Peary led her towards the private booth. She looked up at his tall, imposing figure, which gave her a sense of security.
"Uncle Peary."
Nia spoke softly, biting her lip, worried Maxwell might be angry.
"What's wrong?"
Maxwell stopped, concern etched on his face when he noticed her unhappiness.
"Did I mess up again?"
So that's why he's had such a cold expression, not saying a word since he came back from the restroom, she thought.
Maxwell, realizing his young wife was feeling down, offered a reassuring smile.
"I'm not mad. Don't overthink it. Come on, let's eat."
Nia perked up and nodded. That's right, she thought. I'm the one who was being bothered, not the one causing trouble.
Once in the private booth, Nia quietly took her seat beside Maxwell. All the dishes were her favorites.
Feeling happy, Nia picked up her chopsticks and eagerly reached for a piece of chicken.
"Mmm...this is my favorite! Uncle Peary, you should try some too!"
