Seraphine had spent the entire drive quietly bracing herself for candlelight and polished silverware, for a romantic lunch tucked inside some quiet, expensive restaurant hidden in a sleek corner of Manhattan where conversations were low and intentional and waiters moved like shadows between tables.
She had imagined something soft and predictable, something that matched Leon's polished image, something that would allow him to charm her properly over plated dishes and sparkling glasses.
Yeah, the was the usual way to woo a woman right? Just as the girls at the pack used to gist about. Except that, she wasn't ready for any relationship either than friendship.
Leon surprised her by completely erasing her expectations when the car slowed in front of a wide open rehabilitation park, sunlight spilling across green lawns where movement looked different from what most people considered normal, yet just as powerful.
