“Marcus... you..."

With a soft smile, Marcus placed his coat over her shoulders, suggesting, “Think of it as a walk for digestion. Besides, the Japanese cuisine tonight was disappointing."

Perhaps in need of companionship, Melissa found herself accepting his offer.

The club was situated near a river, the night view Lending a serene backdrop to their silent promenade. Marcus, a cigarette between his lips, glanced at her to gauge if she minded.

Melissa offered a slight smile in response.