Maureen and Richard look good together

Liam's intended step forward came to a halt.

Facing Maureen was Richard.

The western-style restaurant was exquisite.

The shroud street was not wide.

Across four lanes, the cups and goblets on the table were clearly visible.

Aromatherapy was lit by the table nearest to the glass.

On the other side, a young wine waiter wearing a tailcoat was playing the violin.

Even if you couldn't hear exactly what melody it was, one could tell it must be a romantic piece from the waiter's absorbed expression.

Liam stared at the scene for a good five minutes before snapping back to reality.

He forgot what the appropriate expression on his face should be, his brain feeling rusted. ...Is this a date?

Liam's eyes moved, his gaze falling once again on Maureen's specially changed pink clothes this morning.