Elena’s
It was an open-air space with tables spaced far apart and a red carpet covering the floor. Warm yellow lights decorated the walls. Circular tables wore black tablecloths, and chairs featured elegant gold-colored metal with classical designs.
I imagined this place was perfect for couples seeking a peaceful, romantic evening.
“Sorry, it’s just so beautiful…” I replied. Damon placed a warm hand on my back as we walked to a corner table. He pulled out a chair for me before sitting across.
A few minutes later, a waitress approached. “May I take your order, ma’am, sir?”
“Just the usual,” Damon said, eyes on me.
“Sir?” the waitress asked again. Damon turned to her with a surprised look.
“Ah!” He laughed. “I mean, I’ll have the lobster bisque, please. What about you, Elena?”
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