Dana POV
The limousine driver is right. The food is delicious at the restaurant, even though it's quite basic. I lean back in my chair, feeling content as I slowly sip at my cocktail, slowly and deliberately stirring the straw. I nibble on the chips on my plate, glancing around the restaurant with interest, the small booth I’m situated in is quite cozy and rather romantic. A bit of a waste considering I’m on my own, but I don’t mind. The atmosphere is relaxed and quite intimate, with soft music playing in the background. I feel more relaxed than I have in a long time and I sip at my drink, wondering what has happened to Hunter, and then carelessly shrugging. What did it matter? I was sure he would be fine and manage to find his own way home. He was a grown man, after all, not to mention a
