She watched him for a moment before making her way inside.
"Impatient much?"
Gabriel was scrolling through his messages, one from Grandpa caught his eye, [Noting hday or night?]
Before he could think of a reply, Sylvia walked in.
He put down his phone, his features sharp and his gaze piercing as he said coolly, "Not at all."
Sylvia dropped the paperwork she was carrying, approached him with a smile, and said, "Dinner's ontonight. What are you in
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the mood for?"
Gabriel, grabbing his jacket, stood up and replied nonchalantly, "Anything's fine with me."
She nodded, "Then I'll pick the place, you drive."
Gabriel had no objections. They turned off the lights and headed out together.
Instead of a fancy bistro, Sylvia chose a bustling barbecue joint. She preferred the lively atmosphere there over the quiet elegance
of upscale restaurants.
Perhaps it was because she, like Gabriel, lacked that ordinary zest of life, so vivid and present in places like that!
The barbecue joint was packed, especially at this hour, and they had to wait in line for a table.
After a few minutes outside, Sylvia began to feel the chill biting at her fingers and toes.
Gabriel glanced at her pale face, shrugged off his coat, and wrapped it around her. Sylvia looked at his thin shirt, tried to protest,
but he brushed her hands away and insisted on draping it over her.
His black coat carried the crisp scent of a man and warmth. Sylvia bit her lip, looking downward, feeling suddenly warmer.
A young couple standing next to them in line watched enviously. The girl tugged at her boyfriend's sleeve, hinting, "I'm a bit cold!"
The boy, full of feigned valor, replied, "Yeah, it's chilly. I'm cold too. Maybe stomp your feet a bit?"
The girl, annoyed, rolled her eyes and turned away.
Sylvia fouaht back a laugh. choosing instead to hua Gabriel and bury her head in his chest. her shoulders shaking with suppressed
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