*Griff*
As we arrive at the bistro, I feel a sense of familiarity and comfort. It’s cozy yet sophisticated, with a bohemian charm that’s both inviting and unique.
Anaïs hesitates at the entrance, clearly feeling out of place. “Griff, this is too much. It’s a two Michelin star restaurant. We don’t need to spend this kind of money.”
I can see where she’s coming from, but I just want her to enjoy the experience. “Anaïs, don’t worry about the money. Remember, I have no one to inherit it. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”
She raises an eyebrow, challenging me. “You could still have someone to inherit it, you know.”
A wistful smile crosses my lips. “I’m older than I look, Anaïs. It’s not as simple as you might think.”
Before she can press further, we’re interrupted by a cat weaving between our
