In effect, it brought her problems, but those were small conflicts that could be solved by resorting to more alcohol.
After the little oyster instruction for beginners, the atmosphere was tense with ... anticipation.
But to her surprise, it was a comfortable environment despite everything. The twenty-four hours had not yet been completed and she still didn't have to run away.
All the details of the dinner and especially her companion teleported her to a dimension in which there were no social categories, no deceptions involved; her worries of which he was the main author simply vanished and she could go back to being just a woman dining with an extremely attractive man.
Tonight she would have dinner with the father of her daughter without putting her mistakes before, they seemed to be in a bubble and she was not the one who was going to burst it. Especially because she didn't want to.