"Woah." The sound slipped from Alina's lips in a soft rush of air as Dante pulled the car to a stop. Before them stood a restaurant, but it looked more like a jewel box made of glass and light, sparkling against the night sky.
She felt excited. But as they walked toward the entrance, a little frown touched her brow. It was too quiet. The windows, though glowing warmly, showed empty tables. No other guests were arriving. The usual buzz of a popular place was completely missing.
"Is it… closed?" she whispered, confusion in her voice.
Before Dante could answer, the grand door swung open silently. A man in a crisp, dark suit stood there, his posture respectful and poised. He gave a slight, formal bow.
"This way, sir," he said, his voice smooth and quiet. His eyes flickered to Alina with polite recognition. "Madam."
