"This isn't a drink, Fraser."
In the dimly lit restaurant, every table was full. The air was buzzing with nearby conversations, the surrounding couples engaging in chatter over their gourmet meals. On each table were vases filled with fresh flowers, their aroma cutting through the smell of steak drifting from the kitchen. Light flickered from the tea light centrepieces, coating the olive skin of Fraser's bare forearms in a warm glow.
"What do you call this then?"
Fraser's smile made her stomach jolt as he raised his glass towards her, the beer sloshing and bubbling as he lightly shook it.
"Let me rephrase - 'This isn't just a drink."
"I never said it would be. Dinner gives us more time; I want to get to know you, not just as the doting daughter of one of my patients, or the mysterious
