Asena
The dinner is romantic.
We have driven home and I don't expect it but I accept it. I don't know when else I would be treated like this and it is my first time.
Soft candlelight flickers across the table, casting a warm, golden glow that makes everything feel intimate and unhurried, while a quiet melody drifts through the air, barely louder than the gentle clink of glasses.
The table is dressed in crisp linen, scattered with delicate petals, and set with gleaming cutlery that catches the light with every subtle movement.
A rich aroma lingers between them and I am yet to get used to their smell. They smell… heavenly and I love it. It calms me.
There is a perfectly seared steak glazed in butter and herbs, or perhaps a fragrant pasta infused with garlic and cream, paired with a
