Moira is now having dinner with him in an expensive restaurant in the Eiffel Tower. They are closed to the glass window watching the skyscrapers. It's dark and the beautiful lights in the city highlight the love surrounding the city.
"Do you like food?" He asked.
"Just fine." She said as she sliced the steak.
She's wearing a low V-neck red dress, matched up with a wool trench coat and a warm scarf.
"We will go to Bar à Champagne. You will love the view there."
"Okay." She said lousily. She wanted to just finish her business with him.
They talk for a while like boring stuff. What she likes and what he likes and whatever they are talking about seemed like to be a date. He has a good sense of humor and she was surprised by that. He always laughed at whatever funny or insulted that she's saying. They finished their food and they went to the Eiffel tower. He's holding her cold hands putting it in the pocket of his coat.
