Madeline’s POV
We arrive at a petite but classy french restaurant, presumably “Les Éléments”. I peer through tall, diamond-shaped windows which display a large view of the fancy interior. Variegated ivies trail down hanging pots and graze the alabaster paint coating the exterior.
Andrew brushes past the decor, hurriedly confirming his reservation and claiming seats. The place is crowded with people. Laughing families, screeching babies, annoyed older siblings, ignored middle children.
I mean, it is the weekend after all, but how are we going to find a seat?
After a few moments, he turns to me expectedly, allowing me to decide where we should eat.
“You mentioned an upstairs outdoor balcony…?”
Maybe it’ll be less crowded up there.
“Oh, sure, we can eat there.”
Is he just saying
