Olivia
The building turned out to be an exclusive restaurant. A host greeted Alexander by name and led us through a dimly lit interior to a private terrace. A single table waited, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights and potted olive trees.
"Mr. Carter, your table is ready as requested."
"Thank you, Miguel." Alexander pulled out my chair.
As I sat, the full impact of the view hit me. The entire city of Los Angeles lay before us, a sea of lights stretching to the horizon.
"Alexander, this is..." I trailed off, searching for the right word.
"Too much?" He settled across from me, his features softened in the candlelight.
"Breathtaking," I finished. "How did you even find this place?"
"My grandfather brought me here when I turned eighteen. It was his way of showing me what could be min
