Dining at a Bistro with Family

Salviana laughed. "Then it's settled. Let's go before I faint from hunger."

They rode to the bistro under the cover of night, the streets quiet save for the occasional flicker of lanterns. 

When they arrived, the warm glow of the bistro's windows beckoned them inside. 

It was a quaint establishment, the aroma of fresh bread and roasted meats wafting through the air as a cheerful hostess greeted them.

"Welcome! A table for three?" she asked, her smile genuine.

"Yes, please," Salviana replied, her stomach rumbling in agreement.

They were seated by a window, the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of cutlery creating a cozy ambiance. 

Lucius inspected the wine menu while Alaric scanned the room with a protective eye. Salviana, meanwhile, leaned back in her chair, finally relaxing.

"This was a good idea," she said, her gaze flitting to Alaric. "See? Vampires and mortals can coexist over a meal."