"Unexpected Romance in the Terrace Garden"

Emir gently held her hand, bringing a halt to their progress, and began to untie the blindfold from Ember's eyes. "Let me open it," he whispered. As he removed the blindfold, a flood of brilliant sunshine bathed Ember's eyes. She blinked a few times, and when her vision cleared, she gasped in awe. "Wow! Such a beautiful place... Where are we?"

Emir smiled warmly at her reaction. "Do you like it?" he asked.

Ember nodded, her eyes still taking in the lush surroundings. "Yes, it's incredible."

"This place is a terrace garden, fully covered with plants and natural beauty," Emir explained, proud of his choice. "Come, have a seat." He pulled out a chair for Ember.

She gracefully accepted the offer. "Thank you," she replied, settling into the chair.

Emir leaned in and asked, "What would you like to eat?"

Ember glanced at the menu. "Let me see... I think I'll have Manchurian."

"Manchurian for breakfast?" Emir exclaimed in surprise.

Ember laughed, a musical sound that warmed Emir's heart. "Yeah! What's the harm? I really want to eat it. So what if it's typically for brunch or dinner or for breakfast? But if you don't like it, I can choose something else."

Emir's concern for her well-being was evident in his eyes as he replied, "It's not that... I'm just concerned about your health."

Ember looked at him with a fond smile. "Okay, then let's order the Manchurian."

When their order arrived, Emir offered Ember a bite with a graceful gesture. "Can I?" he asked, his brown eyes shining.

Ember felt her heart flutter as she agreed and took a bite. Then, she extended her hand, offering him a taste. They shared the dish, their eyes meeting in a moment of connection that made Ember blush and break the gaze. "Actually," she began, "when you mentioned that this dish might not be healthy for you, it reminded me of my mom. She used to say the same thing and never allowed me to eat it. But because of my sad face, she eventually agreed that I could have it once a month." A blissful smile graced her face as she reminisced.

Emir moved closer to her and whispered, "You're too cute. Can I kiss you?"

Ember blushed deeper, her panic evident as she stammered, "N-no."

"But it's our first date. Shouldn't we at least share a kiss?" Emir pressed.

"No, this is just a trial, so no kisses," Ember replied firmly.

Emir sighed but respected her decision. "Okay."

Ember's discomfort with his questions was palpable, and to ease the tension, she suggested, "Let's take a walk."

Emir's face brightened as he agreed, "Hmm." she held his hand, and they strolled through the garden.

As they walked, Ember tried to change the topic. "What would you like to eat?" she not want him to keep staring there held hand.

Emir thought for a moment and said, "You know, I live in China, so I love Chinese food."

"Anything specific?" Ember asked.

Emir smiled, "Let me think... Oh, yes, I like momos."

"That's nice. You know, momos are my favorite among all Chinese dishes," Ember replied, finding common ground.

Their conversation was cut short by the ringing of Emir's phone. "Ring! Ring!" He excused himself to take the call, moving a few steps away from Ember. She strained to overhear his conversation.

"Hey, I'm coming... Take care of everything, and make sure the arrangements are complete. I'm leaving now, so do it fast... Check my dress; it's going for alterations. Okay, bye. See you there..." Emir's voice trailed off as he finished the call.