"This place is beautiful," Abby said, looking around while they both took a seat at a small wooden table right in the center of the modest village pizzeria. The place wasn't glamorous, had nothing special, yet the young woman was excited as if she were in an elegant restaurant.
"I suppose," Samael replied, taking a seat across from her and looking around. There weren't many people in the place, but he remained alert. He hoped not to stay in the village longer than necessary.
"Good evening," a waiter said, approaching them. Samael wasn't accustomed to places like this, but he had some knowledge since he had eaten at a restaurant in the past. However, Abby had never left her house. This was not only her first date but also her first time eating at a place like this, which is why she was am
