Timothy shrugged innocently. ‘A friend recommended the place.’
He guided Darya towards the maître d’. ‘Come on, the wait list is two months long. Let’s not waste the booking.’
Darya saw through his intention right away.
Timothy had not given up on trying to win her over.
She was tempted to leave, but she valued their friendship too much to have a fall out over just a dinner.
Once they were seated, Timothy offered to order for both of them. ‘Chef’s Charcuterie board to share, pea soup, ravioli filled with prawns, oven-roasted Tomahawk ribeye steak, medium rare, and a side of seasonal black truffle.’
He perused the wine list offered by the sommelier while Darya enjoyed Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 21, played by a small band on a raised platform.
Everywhere she looked, s
