I shifted my gaze around, observing the bustling scene in the restaurant. People engaged in animated conversations with friends, colleagues, and family, creating a lively atmosphere. The lower floor was bathed in a warm blend of yellow and green lights, while the upper floor enjoyed the natural light pouring in from open windows.
In a corner opposite to our table, an orchestra played their instruments, adding a musical touch to the ambiance. Across from them, under the soft glow of yellow lights, a young Mexican couple shared a kiss amidst the crowd. I quickly averted my eyes, memories flashing before me. My past was a tapestry of such moments, but I had long lost the desire to partake in such activities.
Years ago, when I left Dillon's house, I made a conscious decision to avoid any rom
