Elena POV:
"We didn't have to go out for breakfast," I said as Ryan, rolled the pram through a five star Michelin star restaurant. I'm so glad that I packed some decent clothes. I was wearing a red skirt with black stockings and a black thermal, with a crème sweater over. My hair was straightened and sleekly tucked behind my ears, running down my back. I wore some light make up, because I wanted to make a good impression. Things have been in a weird place with Ryan. Sometimes I think he likes me and sometimes I think that he's just a nice person.
"Well, you're right," he smiled as we followed the waiter to our table, "we didn't have to, but I wanted to because I think that you deserve it." "Thank you, no one has ever told me that I was deserving of breakfast," I giggled and he laughed
