The doors of the lift open, revealing a spectacular view. We are on the very top of the building. On the roof. Where there is a single table decorated in white cloth and real, red roses.
Dillon takes my hand and leads me to the side of the building where a rail prevents anyone from falling to their death. I gasp.
The city really does come to life after dark. The lights glow beneath the dark sky. Music from various dance clubs fills the air and the smell of freshly baked bread engulfs those around.
Dillon pulls a chair out for me then sits directly across from me. The waiter lights two candles on the tables then brings us out a tray with a wide selection of cakes, cookies, chocolates and buns. "How may I help you?" asks the waiter who clearly has an eye on my outfit.
I immediately feel
