บท 58: Chapter Fifty-Seven: Incurable Romantic

The crooked smile was back on his face as he looked at me, pleased with himself. "I am an incurable romantic, Azania. You would do best to believe I am capable of this and more, so you spare both of us the disbelief the next time." My heart lurched into my throat. The next time.

"Incurable romantic, eh? Hearts, flowers and vanilla. My three favourite things." I joked, smirking at him. Reaching for my hand over the table, he caressed my knuckles as he hummed in agreement. "How did you pull this off, anyway?" I asked him curiously.

"It wasn't hard. I own this place. As of two days ago, at least." He said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder. The sound of footsteps halted me, and I turned in my chair to see the instructor from earlier walking up, clutching a white box in his hands. He set the box on the side table against the wall, and I howled with laughter at the contents he pulled out.