(Ayra's POV)
I wasn't sure if agreeing to this lunch was a mistake or not, but I followed him nonetheless.
After few minutes drive, we eventually got to our destination and just like a gentleman he opened the door for me and let me in first.
The restaurant was breathtaking.
Soft golden lights hung from the ceiling like tiny stars, casting a warm glow over the sleek wooden tables.
The gentle hum of laughter and soft music filled the air, creating an atmosphere that was both elegant and intimate.
Darius had chosen this place, and I had to admit—it was perfect.
As we stepped inside, he placed a hand lightly on the small of my back, guiding me toward a private booth near the large windows.
The city skyline stretched beyond the glass, shimmering in the afternoon sun.
"You have good taste," I remarked as we slid into our seats.
He smirked. "I know."
I rolled my eyes. "You were supposed to say thank you."
