The sports car sped on the whole way until it came to a stop outside a restaurant.
He really made an expert racer.
Blair couldn't help retching the moment she got out of the car.
He a little flustered. "Hey, even if you haven't fully recovered, you aren't that fragile, are you? Are you okay?"
"... I'm fine."
He took her arm, walked into the restaurant, and sat down at a table.
The strange thing was that the restaurant, which was usually very crowded, was empty. There was no one else except the waiters.
"Why is there no one?" She looked around and felt the atmosphere kind of unusual.
"It's because I reserved the whole restaurant, of course," Dillon laughed.
"Do you have that much money to burn?"
"Of course not. We agreed that you would treat me to a meal, so this bill is yours to
