Talia was sitting in a booth of a fancy steakhouse, next to Damon, and pinching herself secretly under the table, to confirm this was not a dream.
She would never imagine that she will find herself in a place like this, with Alpha Damon.
The steakhouse had dimmed lights and a wooden interior that gave a feel of a hunter's lodge. The walls were decorated with big photos of humans with guns and animals they hunted, and the chandeliers were made out of antlers.
The local radio station played country music and it all looked like a different dimension from the modern world outside which was made out of concrete and metal.
A waiter took their orders for drinks and left two menus on the table.
Talia was on the second page when her mind drifted to earlier that morning.
