Chapter Nine
The door to the restaurant opened and they entered, to be fully embraced by the warmth and glory of the atmosphere inside.
Succulent, mouth-watering scents laid siege to Erik’s nose. Cumin, garam masala, turmeric, and other spices dominated the air.
His stomach rumbled in abject surrender. His light dinner wasn’t enough to give it the strength it needed to resist. A happy couple sat at a table a few meters away with a large blue bowl of butter chicken in front of them, juicy and delicious. Dozens of people filled the restaurant, all chatting while gobbling down their late meal.
Erik was beginning to see the disadvantages of meeting in a restaurant.
“Not exactly the middle of nowhere,” Jia murmured. “I’m a little surprised.”
Erik nodded in agreement. He still didn’t have
