A luxury restaurant, the kind where even the air seemed perfumed with elegance. Soft golden lights reflected off crystal chandeliers, casting a dreamy glow over the white-linen-clad tables. The gentle clinking of cutlery and hushed conversations created an atmosphere so delicate it felt like we were dining among clouds. Everything here sparkled—the silverware, the champagne glasses, even the way Leo looked at me. And that was when I started wondering…
Was this really just a date? Or was it something more?
The waiters, dressed in crisp black and white, moved like shadows, appearing only when needed. They took our orders with quiet efficiency and disappeared just as swiftly, leaving behind a silence that suddenly felt too intimate. When I met Leo's gaze across the candlelit table, something in his expression made my pulse stutter. Embarrassed, I looked away.
He chuckled. "What's with the face?"
I blinked. "What?"