Chapter 87: I Want You to Help Me Train
The Master wasn't lying—the food at this restaurant was really good, and the atmosphere was fantastic.
There were indeed many beautiful women here.
Although most of them had partners, occasionally coming here to feast one's eyes like the Master did wasn't really a big deal.
As long as you weren't afraid of getting smacked.
Rhodes could guarantee that while eating, he wasn't glancing around because he felt fully satisfied just occasionally looking at the person in front of him.
Today, Mirajane was wearing a black long dress. Besides a ribbon around her neck, there were no other decorations.
Her hairstyle was the same as usual, only the elastic band tying her hair matched her black outfit.
Simple, but beautiful.
Mirajane suddenly paused, wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, and asked, "Do I have bad table manners?"
Rhodes said, "Not at all, you're... very normal. Why do you ask?"
He couldn't think of a word to describe her table manners at that moment.