“won’t ask for a large discount.” Seeing Serenity’s insistence, Mr. Zen provided a price. It was appropriate enough to cover the cost of breakfast—balanced neither too high nor too low.
“I don’t have cash. Can I use Apple Pay?” Serenity asked.
“Sure,” Mr. Zen replied. He retrieved a portable device from his pocket that accepted cards and Apple Pay, a smart move on his part. He had brought the payment device along in case Mr. York didn’t wake up early, as Mrs. York would inquire about payment if she came out to collect the food.
Serenity tapped her phone on the device and thanked Mr. Zen before heading into the house with the breakfast prepared by the chef from Wiltspoon Hotel.
As she walked in, she found Zachary coming down the stairs.
“You’re up!” she exclaimed. She made her way to the dining room and set the breakfast delivery on the table. Afterward, she turned and entered the kitchen to grab plates and cutlery. She arranged the food on the plates, ensuring they wouldn’t have to eat directly from the disposable containers.
“Next time, let me know what you’d like for breakfast. I usually wake up around this time and can cook for you. Ordering food deliveries from Wiltspoon Hotel can be costly,” she suggested.
Zachary, busy buttoning his cuffs while Serenity talked, walked over and pulled her into his arms. After a quick kiss, he gently replied, “I don’t want you to wear yourself out, so I ordered breakfast. You enjoy the food there. It may be expensive, but it’s worth it to see you savor it.”
“I know you have a good income,” Serenity said, “but you also have a mortgage. Plus, you send me a lot of money for household expenses. Since we don’t have children yet, there’s really no need to give me so much. You have expensive tastes too. Sure, you get what you pay for, but we should…”
“Save some money.”
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