After what felt like hours, the car finally came to a stop—in front of a Restaurant. Of course, no one needed to tell Naomi that the building would be luxurious—anything associated with Zylan always was.
Though her mind was still, her thoughts remained restless. One thing she had come to understand about Zylan was that he had a way of saying things when she least expected them—when she hadn't asked.
Like the last time, when he had casually mentioned details about his intimacy preferences. She hadn't pried; he had simply offered the information. Maybe this would be another one of those moments. All she had to do was be patient.
The chauffeur stepped out first and opened the door. As usual, Zylan exited first, and Naomi placed her hand in his before they entered the restaurant together.
As they walked toward the entrance, Naomi couldn't help but notice something strange—the restaurant was empty.
Wait, was it..closed?
