Milena nodded her head and climbed back into her chair. She looked over the menu again for another few moments, though the outstanding issue still clearly bothered her. She lowered her head and scrunched up her face, before she began to softly cry.
Kalysto sighed. “Attachment issues much?” He shook his head. “Milena, cheer up, huh? We’re not going to be gone long, your mother is right.” He finished off his wine. “This stuff is good. Can I get some more?”