Entering the restaurant, it was completely different from what it looks like from the outside. It looked like a fancy restaurant.
The interior was black with white tables, there was a bar for drinks, armchairs in one part, they looked leather, I think.
The lights highlighted the place, it looked beautiful.
There was a giant window which showed the beautiful snowy landscape.
Martin led us to a table, which was next to the window. She was small but cute.
We sat down and immediately the waitress left us the menus. Looking at the menus, I could tell that the food was expensive. There was nothing I could afford.
I looked at Kim and Martin, who told the waitress everything they wanted, asked for piles, while I was adding up the total of their order in my head.
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