Third Person POV
The restaurant Sebastian picked was nothing like what she expected.
For a man like him, she thought he would pick out a seven-star restaurant, the type she had grown used to booking for his meetings.
Instead, this one was small, warm, and more intimate than she wanted to admit.
It was the kind of place she would have picked because it reminded her of home.
They sat by the window where they could see the water. Alessia couldn’t help the smile on her face as she looked outside.
It felt like she was on a holiday and not a work trip.
“Order whatever you want,” Sebastian said, from behind his own menu.
“I was going to,” She flipped her hair, flashing a small smile as she picked up the menu.
He looked at her over the top of the menu. She looked back at him and neither o
