When Hera extended his options, Zhane felt a surge of confidence. The celebratory feast, which had already started to feel like a special date in his mind, took on an even more significant meaning. The prospect of being selfish for once and choosing a place that truly mattered to him made him forget about other concerns, focusing solely on enjoying this rare opportunity.
"How about we go to the Golden Dragon Pavilion today?" Zhane suggested softly, leading Hera toward the lobby of the racecourse. Dave, standing on the other side of Hera, held her hand gently, while the rest of the group followed behind them.
Zhane leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper meant only for Hera's ears. "Will you be free tomorrow? How about I take you somewhere special?" His calm tone carried a subtle hint of mischief, a clear sign he was trying to keep his plans secret from Dave while aiming for some alone time with Hera.
