Ryan got out of the car and checked his phone once more to confirm he had gone to the right address. The brass sign ahead read "Rainbow Flying Fish Heaven" in cursive gold fonts, a name almost too whimsical for one of the most renowned seafood restaurants in the city. Every guest highly praised its master chef, a woman with five stars to her name and multiple other awards.
Alex had suggested they eat there multiple times, but they never got the chance. A table there was impossible to book without months of waiting, and knowing someone on the inside. Alex would be very pleased when he found out Ryan was finally stepping inside today.
- - - - - - - - - -
Immediately after Alex learned about the dinner, he had dragged Ryan to his own apartment and refused to let him leave until he changed into something more appropriate. Ryan had tried on different outfits from Alex's wardrobe, but Alex wasn't satisfied.
