Nick's steely grey eyes scanned the room, eventually resting on the graceful silhouette of Rachel as she entered. Clad in a simple blue jeans and a sleek black top, she exuded an effortless elegance.
"You made it," Nick greeted her with a warm smile as Rachel approached their table.
"And you didn't reserve the entire place." Rachel quipped, tossing her hair back as she took her seat, her gaze locked onto Nick's.
Nick chuckled softly. "Didn't work out too well last time, did it?"
"Seems like you've learned your lesson," Rachel replied, her eyes sweeping the restaurant's interior.
They found themselves in a captivating seafood restaurant, the ambience as inviting as the delectable menu. Rachel couldn't help but wonder how Nick had known about her fondness for seafood, though she dismissed it as mere coincidence.
Their moment of quiet contemplation was interrupted by the arrival of the waiter.
