the recovery project [2]

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fiona

"this is an expensive restaurant, isn't it?" elijah asks, arm hooked around hers as they walk towards their table. he's wearing a suit, his red hair combed back; he looks incredibly handsome.

"how do you know?" she laughs, pulling his chair out for him, still holding onto his shoulder to make sure that he's sitting comfortably.

he reaches his hand up to his ear as she sits across from him. "i can hear the piano playing in the corner, and the clinking of wine glasses. also, when we walked to our table, we could hear our footsteps, so i'm guessing the flooring has nice tiles or wooding."

"good observation." she's impressed, and she chews on her lip. "another amazing attribute about you."

"no offense, but how can you afford a place like this?"

"my company sets up free monthly dinners at different restaurants to give us and our clients a good night. is it working?"

his hand slides across the table to meet hers. "very much so. enlighten me, my dear fiona— what are you wearing right now?"

her cheeks redden, and she fights back a smile. "a navy halter dress, knee-length, and gold heels with matching earrings."

"i can only imagine how beautiful you look."

the server sets their dishes on the table, and they both dig in, fiona helping him somewhat eat.

fiona's feelings for elijah are growing. her heart aches for him.