I want you to pretend.

The lights were dim, with a warm hue.

A few candles positioned strategically around the restaurant helped to light up the place and give it a nice rustic ambiance.

The soft, jazzy piano playing in the background mixed with the clinking of silverware against dinnerware complimented the romantic atmosphere of the diner.

Various savoury and mouthwatering aroma filled every corner of the restaurant.

“You didn’t tell me this was a date.” Aria said.

She rolled her eyes and gave him an unamused look as they sat down at their reserved table.

Arthur had picked her up at her house earlier in the evening, and they drove about 30 minutes to get to ‘nourriture délicieuse’, a fancy French restaurant located in the city.

“It’s not a date.”

“It’s just my way of making up for the incident earlier.”

Arthur put on a sad face.

“I’ve told you already. You don’t need to apologise for anything.”

“I know... I know...” Arthur interrupted.

“You said that. But just accept it anyway.”

“Fine.” Aria said with a de