He took me to beautiful restaurant that was empty. He must have pulled some strings to get it.
I followed behind him as he walked a few steps ahead, always keeping a small but intentional distance, glancing back just enough to make sure I was still there. It felt less like he was leading me and more like he was guiding me into a world he had designed for this moment.
The scenery outside was almost beautiful, a stone bridge arched over the river, lined with glowing amber lights that shimmered across the water. The sky rumbled with the low percussion of a distant thunderstorm, its flashes occasionally illuminating the horizon. Inside, candlelight softened every corner, giving the room a warm, golden hush.
When we sat, a quiet conversation with the chef must have taken place beforehand, be
