The bell above the door jingled as they entered. The cold, concrete chill of H City was instantly softened by the warm, yellow lighting and the bustling, smoky atmosphere of the little bistro.
Lucas felt like he’d stepped into another world. He’d never been to a place like this.
Brittany had already found the bar-side seats she reserved earlier and patted the spot beside her for him to sit. Only then did Lucas notice the shallow dimple in her cheek.
“This place specializes in Cantonese cuisine. Mr. Sinclair, how about letting me order?” Brittany didn’t even glance at the menu. She rattled off several dishes to the bartender like a seasoned regular.
Lucas glanced around. The place was packed with office workers fresh off their shifts. It was so tight that if he stretched his legs out to
