Adrian Desmond took Sienna Johnson to an Alennese restaurant with a strange name. Sienna was so captivated by the restaurant's decor and ocean view that she didn't catch its name.
The table Adrian had reserved offered a fantastic view of the ocean. The open window let in a sea breeze that gently rustled Sienna's hair.
"Back then, I wanted to bring you here…" Adrian said, looking at Sienna's relaxed and beautiful face.
"Back then?"
"Yes. But you never showed me a pleasant face back then," Adrian said, his gaze tinged with grievance and a hint of anger.
"The past is past. Can we not talk about it?"
"Alright."
Sienna wasn't a big fan of Western food, especially this Alennese restaurant in Abyanabad, which incorporated the local preference for sweeter flavors.
"Not to your liking?" Adrian asked, noticing she hadn't eaten much, his knife and fork still in hand.
