She blinked her eyes in confusion.
At the same moment, the sound of wheels gliding across the floor rose. Ave turned her head towards the sound and saw several waiters in suits and leather shoes pushing a long dining table towards her at a slow pace.
The table was filled with a variety of dishes, adorned with roses, and lit with candles...
No matter how much she had guessed about Flynn Taylor's possible actions, when she actually experienced it, Ave's heart still quivered uncontrollably.
After everything was ready, the waiters bowed politely and excused themselves.
Flynn Taylor, the gentleman, pulled out a chair for Ave to sit.
Ave smiled and sat down; Flynn Taylor settled opposite her. Then he opened a bottle of red wine and filled the glass in front of Ave to the brim.
"Alan likes this setup; if he was here, he'd be over the moon," said Ave.
"We're not mentioning him today."