“What’s the special tonight?” she asked the waiter.
“Fresh mussels-“ the young elegant-looking man started to say when she cut him off with, “ great- we’ll have that.”
Tae smiled at her and asked if she would order wine.
“She loves mussels,” Tae informed the waiter in his thick English/Korean accent.
“It’s cooked in white wine broth and served alongside with grilled bread. So excellent choice, “ he returned smiling.
Finishing up their order he left them to themselves.
“Nebula, I’m sorry that you have to put up with me and all this. I mean, I know it’s hard but thank you.”
Tae reached across the table and took her hand gently in his. She frowns slightly. What exactly was he thanking her for?
“It’s my last night with you and I feel- I can’t explain. It’s like the inside, “he facep
