The dinner was fancy, quiet, and warm, plates placed like art instead of food, soft music humming somewhere far away while glasses clinked gently around them. Blanka smiled as she wiped her face with a napkin, slow and satisfied, the dinner was delicious, the food was great, every bite rich and warm, the kind that melted the moment it touched her tongue.
She leaned in and held his left hand across the table, fingers sliding between his naturally, and she felt full not only in her stomach but in her mind as well, like the whole day had finally settled down peacefully.
" Thank you "
" You're welcome, I just wanted to treat you to a meal, you're my first friend ever "
" Is that so? "
