Chapter 132

Grayson's POV

I went out to my car and head inside of the private restaurant laying in front of me, this the place she choose to have a dinner with me and didn't spend a lot of time to see her. That's why I approached the table where she at, and seated to greet her.

"That's weird..." She murmured.

"What?" I confusedly inquired.

"I mean you, Gray. I used to see you wearing a blue polo, but the darkest one and also black and red. In my surprised, you wore a yellow one? That is quite shocking," Erika muttered.

"Well, my clothes is in the laundry and I don't want to make you wait longer. That's why I wear this to save the night," I answered and looked at my shirt, "Why? Was it look ugly?"

She shook her head as response, "Nope. You looked good, actually. Bright colors suits you very well, do wear it sometimes maybe I'll completely forgot my soon to be husband is a deadly mafia."

I chuckled, "Have you order?"

"Uh, yes. Their best selling is grilled steak with the smokiness of seasonings