"Nick.." a woman beside him called out, simultaneously giving a gentle touch on his shoulder. She gave a slight squeeze to ensure Dominic heard her. Dominic turned, slightly startled. His mind was elsewhere.
"Sorry, what did you just say?" Dominic's eyes looked at the face of the long brown-haired woman, her fair skin perfectly matching her hair color.
Martina sighed, but kept smiling. She withdrew her hand from Dominic's arm. It seemed Dominic hadn't heard her speak.
"I said, Vincent asked us not to go home right away. We're having dinner at the same restaurant as him."
"With his film colleagues?" Dominic asked, frowning.
"No, we'll have separate tables. But once Vincent finishes with his film colleagues, he'll join us." Martina always spoke in a gentle tone. From long ago, when they
