Serina
The restaurant he takes me to is really fancy. The tables have fine china on them and long linen tablecloths that fall all the way to the floor. We are ushered to an area that is a bit more secluded then the rest of the tables.
Dom pulls my chair out and I sit. His age shows when he does such chivalrous things. He pulls out the chair right next to me and sits with ramrod grace. The hostess hands us our menus and asks if she can get us something to drink. We both order red wine and she runs off to fill our order and leave us alone in our little hideaway.
"So what is good here?" I ask nonchalantly.
"Anything on the menu I am sure. I have had it all and it was good but nothing taste as good as blood to me so I am not the best to recommend food."
"What do you plan on getting tonig
