With the hotel in town having burned down, and the only other restaurant close by, being a Spur Steak Range, the men had decided to take the drive to the next town over. They wanted to make the evening special for her, so they put in a lot of thought on how to do so.
Entering the quaint little Portuguese restaurant, Crystal could barely believe her eyes. The place was small, but lovely with small red, paper lanterns decorating the ceiling of it, while the tables was a dark oak with old fashioned chairs and a chandelier hanging in the middle. What got her attention though, was the piano and a small raised platform where a microphone was set up. A single red rose with a small candle was the only visible decorations on each table, which was covered with black silk.
The man greeting them whe
