AMELIA
"My goodness, this is incredible!" I exclaimed, tasting the seafood risotto.
Erik nodded, chuckling as he took a spoonful of it. It was from the beginning of the meal now that we had taken to sharing our plates, to taste as much as possible - I had been hopelessly attracted to the octopus bruschetta they had served him, and he had gotten the idea of sharing everything.
In the dim lights of the restaurant, I noticed, his eyes shone with a different light - a huskier and sweeter one.
"I didn't exactly pick this place at random," he commented, taking a sip of wine - a French white, from what little I had gathered from the maître d's passionate description.
"I thought so," I chuckled. Considering how quickly he'd chosen what to get, it was clear that this was not the first time
