KATRINA'S P O V
I traveled my eyes around the classic restaurant Travis’ and I stepped into. The place had low lighting and exuded an air of extravagance with its black leather banquettes seating, gray walls, and gouache paintings that could be noticed, adorning the walls as soon as we entered, which made me admire the artists who worked their hands on it.
‘‘I have already made a reservation. Come…'' Travis reached out and gingerly wrapped his hand around my waist before leading me in the direction of the table he had reserved for us to eat lunch at.
After taking a seat, my gaze travelled around and I noticed that the people eating here were in their formal attire. This must be a place for businessmen like Travis. My eyes were drawn to him, and his intense gaze was unavoidable. His dark eyes flickered at me, lighting up with excitement when my lips parted, and a strained breath slipped between them.