“So, how do we even get out of here? Your car? Mine?” asked Serafina Todd, arms crossed in front of her chest, a mix of annoyance and confusion.
“You go in your car. I go in mine,” Dragomir answered as if it was the most natural answer in the world.
“Sounds wonderful,” she said. “Who should drive first?”
“Ladies first,” he said.
The lunch was at a first-class restaurant, a place that Serafina only frequented as a child. Okay, that was the old Rafina. This version of her regularly came for lunch. The staff seemed to recognize her right away, giving her wide grins and pleasant greetings.
“Come this way, Miss Todd. Your reservation, table for two, is over there,” the waiter said, leading her to a more secluded corner.
Rafina sat as primly as she could, feeling like she was acting f
