"You're so..."

“So what?" Barlow asked.

As they bickered, Rosalynn observed them, Lost in her thoughts.

The two people...

Course after course graced the table, a tantalizing procession of flavors.

“Rosalynn, care for some wine?" Barlow inquired, cradling a bottle in his hand.

"No, thank you." Rosalynn refused immediately.

"Well, what brings you here then?" Undeterred by her refusal, Barlow's expression remained amiable.

“I'm here to enjoy the meal," Rosalynn answered and began to eat.

“Lighten up, Rosalynn. You must know I don‘t make a habit of undressing people when I'm drunk,” Barlow teased, casting a sidelong glance at Karina.

Karina was at a loss for words.

She had attempted to disrobe him when she was drunk.

It was just her drunken bravado.

It was a one-time thing.

“Barlow, join me in a drink," Karina proposed, raising her glass to temper her irritation.

Barlow merely chuckled and held his peace.

As they dined, Karina imbibed a few more glasses before producing a contract.

"Take a look at this..."

"Please, no business at the dining table," Barlow interjected, taking a sip of wine and furrowing his brow.

“Well, if not about our partnership, what should we discuss?" Karina grumbled. et's discuss love," Barlow replied with a sly grin.

"Rosalynn..."

"Don't bring her into this! Just read the contract!" Karina snapped.