RAINE’S POV
“Seafood?” I asked, a wild guess.
“Seafood.”
We drove out of the city to a quiet restaurant tucked away along the coast, the kind of place with no flashy signs and no social media tags. Just fresh ingredients flown in from Japan and Norway or somewhere fancy like that.
The scent of raw fish, grilled shellfish, and rich sauces hit my nostrils as we stepped inside. The waiter took our order and we settled near the window, enjoying the ambiance. The restaurant was half-empty, and only a few guests were present. They didn’t seem to notice us, and that was a relief!
The food finally arrived. Cyril didn’t talk much while we ate, but I didn’t mind. I liked the quiet between us sometimes. It was lulling.
By the time we left, the sky was already turning dark. I was exhausted ye
