It was Valentine’s Day.
Dasha was mystified when Desmond brought her to the coffee shop where they first met. She laughed but felt nervous all of a sudden. What if Desmond learned that she pickpocketed him that day? What if he checked the record then, without her knowledge?
Surprisingly, Desmond booked the entire place for that evening. It was past seven, and it was only them who were present there with a couple of staff. There were red heart and red star shiny balloons all over the place. One table with two seats were left in the middle. A huge bouquet of violet flowers were placed on one side, as well as Dasha’s favorite food that was already prepared on it—morcon, lechon kawali, garlic rice and others. A small bucket of ice where a bottle of champagne was set on the right side. She be
