[Rey wanted to believe there was good in people and believed the driver was looking out for her best interest. At least they spoke up, but at the same time…they shouldn’t have had to. She assigned the blame to herself for not being aware of her surroundings.

Rey squeezed Diego’s hand, hoping the touch would help calm him down. She clicked her tongue and nudged him. They were in a car, and the driver could ask them to get out or worse, crash it.

A bit paranoid? Maybe.

Diego looked apologetic at least. Her thumb started to caress the back of his hand again. ]

I’ve heard of it. I’ve heard my coworkers talk about how nice it is. I don’t know if I have a dress that’ll be fit for its fancy atmosphere. [It was a damn posh place. The sort of place that executives and people with money go to for a nice time out. ]

I heard you need reservations for it too. [ Popular and expensive. If they were going to have dinner there, it would be hard to get a last minute seat. ]

If we’re unable to eat there, we could have dinner at my place? [Just tossing out ideas here. Her home was clean, and furnished. And she mentioned BB wasn’t there for the time being. ]

I have a bottle or two of wine, and I’m not too shabby of a cook. Worse case, we could make cup noodles? I kind of became a pro at that during my Uni days. [She told him with a sheepish look. ]