Chapter 13: The Luncheon

Flora Kent's POV

I have been dreaming about this moment. Well, except I just met this guy last night and right now, I was seating in front of him in the most exclusive restaurant in Tirana. I cannot believe that I got the chance to get inside here. It took Daniel to be a special guest to even get the reservation because they would always be full.

"So, what do you want to eat for today?" He asked me as he was looking at the menu. I was so distracted by the way the lights were catching his black hair as they were shining. I can see some tinge of orange in them.

Huh.

I went to look at his eyes. They were intense, sure, but their hazel color was kind of odd. It was like he was wearing contact but maybe it was all my imagination.

"Hmm, I don't know what I want. I never had Albanian food but I do know my Italian food like the back of my hand," I said as I was putting the menu down and looked at him. He chuckled before he signed the waiter.