It's still raining outside.
I'm sitting directly opposite from him, my hair a little damp. His coat is still wrapped around my shoulders, making me feel warm.
"The name sounds familiar."
"I'm the owner of Tarak's."
My jaw drops. "That classy restaurant!"
"I don't know if it's classy but yeah, it's a restaurant." He chuckles, adding sugar to his coffee.
"It must feel nice being the owner of such a posh restaurant."
He stares at me for a moment.
"Not as nice as this feels."
I sip the coffee, hiding a big smile behind the mug.
"Why are we doing this? Why am I here? Why are you here? We're just strangers, you know... And we're having coffee... At midnight... In the middle of nowhere..."
He leans in closer, his eyes sinking deep into mine.
"You want the truth?"
"Yeah."
"Even i
