Trent looked at Katrina. "I'm craving that Chicken Cordon Bleu. It is delicious" he said putting his hand on her leg and gave it a soft rub. He loved when she reassured him with her touch. He gave a soft smile. As the waiter walked up to the table.<br/><br/>"What may I get for you this evening?" the man said in a tough American accent.<br/><br/>Trent looked up. "I will have the Chicken Cordon Bleu," he said with a smile.