As the day drew to a close, the sky was painted with warm hues of orange and pink, a breathtaking sunset unfolding above the horizon. Roman bid farewell to Alex and headed towards the agreed meeting spot, the atmosphere serene and peaceful.
With the Supra's engine purring smoothly, Roman cruised through the gentle evening traffic, the setting sun casting a golden glow on the road ahead. He arrived at the restaurant, parking his car in the lot, and took a moment to prepare himself.
In the car, he donned the ring and changed into a neat, half-formal attire - formal pants and a crisp, white shirt, tucked in with precision. Feeling refreshed and confident, Roman stepped out of the car and entered the restaurant's lobby.
Approaching the receptionist, he announced, "I'm here under the name John Green." The receptionist nodded graciously, checking the reservations list before smiling knowingly. "Right this way, sir. You're booked in our Presidential Room."
