The restaurant was quiet, softly lit with warm yellow lamps that cast a cozy glow.
A faint aroma of fresh basil, garlic, and simmering tomatoes lingered in the air, mingling with the soft hum of music playing in the background.
Brandon sat beside Charlotte, twirling a fork through a plate of freshly made pasta.
Eating his food, Brandon thought 'Naevora left saying that she is not hungry... Hmm. Is she scared of Charlotte or something?'
Brandon glanced at Charlotte and muttered "So, what do you think? It's not bad for a small restaurant tucked away in this corner of the city, huh?"
Charlotte glanced around the cozy interior, "…It's nice," she muttered softly, then returned her attention to her plate.
Brandon looked at her nonchalant eating position and commented "You're always so composed. I can never tell if you're actually enjoying yourself or not."
Charlotte blinked, then tilted her head slightly "…I am enjoying myself. It just… became a habit to act like that."
