Summer and Valentine sat beneath a shimmering chandelier in the penthouse's dining room, the view of Washington DC was amazing, and the atmosphere between the two was one that they'd both end up remembering for years.
It was cozy, familiar, and felt as if it would last forever.
"Is the view to your liking," Valentine asked in a deep and low tone.
"Yes, it's lovely…" she turned her head away from the city to look at the man who sat across from her with an empty plate. "Was the food to your liking?" She asked in a hopeful tone.
"Frankly, I'm not sure I have ever had something better in my entire life,"
Summer gave him a shy smile, "That's very generous of you," her shy smile turned into a wide smile thinking about how she was able to salvage the situation and put together a decent spaghetti Bolognese together.
"No, I'm serious," he insisted.
"So my boyfriend likes my food, it's good to know..."
