Roland drove the car over very quickly. Samara closed the umbrella and got into the car. The heater in the car wrapped around Samara, making her feel more comfortable.
"It's raining and cold. How about having fondue to warm your body?"
Samara nodded. "Up to you."
The car was not hers, nor did she drive the car. So Samara thought she had no right to refuse it.
The restaurant that Roland chose was the best in both taste and environment.
Samara had been in Houston for so long, but she still did not know that there were so many good restaurants.
Just as they sat down, Samara received a call from Gisselle.
Samara glanced at Roland. "I'm sorry, I need to answer a call."
There was also a pot of orchids in the small private room next to a half-opened window. Samara stood by the side. The wind blew over, bringing with it the fragrance of orchids. It was such an elegant room for having fondue. No one but Roland would do it.