After numerous nightly discussions with Sandy in this place, Castle Cottage was quickly becoming a regular for Darren.
Which is why he chose it for his meeting with his cunning hacker. Being in a familiar place gave him an edge.
Although he already didn't need it, he still had to be smart with this girl.
The dim glow of many hanging lanterns bathed Castle Cottage in a warm, golden hue. The rustic outdoor restaurant sprawled beneath the open sky with the canopy of vines and fairy lights stretching over wooden tables.
The scent of grilled meats and fresh bread wafted through the crisp night air, mingling with the simple noise of quiet conversation.
Kara stepped inside, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag tighter than usual. Her jittery eyes darted around the restaurant, scanning each face, each table, each shadowed corner.
This was the place. Mr. Duckling had told her to come here.
