A small sigh of relief brushed out Ludo's lips as he heard Miya give an extremely positive response to dinner with him another time. He appreciated her fascination with different cuisine and open mindedness to learning new recipes. Listening to her pout about how many different types of beer there was to chose from, and how she didn't really have any experience with alcohol, he smirked and replied calmly, "Well, I suppose that's not a bad problem to have." "I learned mostly from my father when it comes to pairing drinks with different meals. He was the type of guy who went out of his way to impress his dinner guests whole-heartedly. He definitely wanted to be the best at everything," he spoke as he spaced out reminiscing of a late memory, while he stared at the table between him and Miya.

Quickly, he was absorbed back into reality when he noticed her face light up and told him of her tradition of eating every meal together with her mother. "Does your mom not live here?" Ludo carefully inquired, not sure as to what Miya's past exactly contained. Studying her face, he saw that she was recalling some memory, a memory he hoped was a good one. Shifting the conversation back on a less serious subject, he mentioned smiling cheekily, "I'll have to show you what alcohol to pair with meals when we have ours, yeah?" The conversation was broken when the waitress came over and asked for their orders. "We'll start out with some poutine, oh and how about beef stew for me? What would you like for a meal?" He asks, shifting his attention to Miya.

After she had decided on what she wanted, and the waitress sauntered back into the kitchen their gazes met one another again. "Oh no, the beer won't go to waste. I'll always take one for the team and finish it if you cannot. Like I said, it's hoppy so it's just one you must get used to as far as flavor profile goes. Or, it's just one you never get used to." He smirked, still amused by the furrowed brows and puckered face she possessed every time she took a small sip of the IPA. "Oh? Congratulations on your beginning of residency. You'll be here for a while then, huh? Well, a celebration we shall have," he smiles, winking at her as he raised his glass to his lips. After hearing her cough, she exclaimed that she was getting used to the beer. "See? I told you it's one that grows on you," he exclaimed, as he leaned back comfortably into his chair and crossed one leg over the other.

He was caught off guard by her next question though. She asked him what he did for a living and if he was a student. It was a simple question that people commonly asked one another but it hadn't crossed his mind how to answer that. As vaguely as he could explain it, he told Miya, "I work for my father. His business expanded out here so I now take care of it while he manages part of the business from home. I'm not a student. My family, as you might say are traditionalists. It's one of those situations where I am expected to take over my father's business and there's no ifs, ands, or buts, about it," Ludo half-heartedly chuckled. "I don't mind it though, the job for the most part allows freedom to experience life more than your day to day office jobs," he expressed.

"That's impressive that you chose the path you did. Being a doctor is not for the faint of heart," he complimented as he peered at her crescent shaped eyes. "What made you decide to become one?" he asked as the poutine was swiftly placed down in front of them. "Go ahead," Ludo nodded as his eyes shifted from her to the poutine, back to her. "I'm sure you'll like this." He hated to admit it, but he was starting to get invested into getting to know her better. He kept wondering of excuses to see her again, hoping she had the same interest in him.