Arriving at Aylin's chosen restaurant, they booked a private room.

Scanning the menu, Aylin quirked her eyebrows at Bradley. "Mind if I order what I like?"

Returning the smile, Bradley replied, "Not at all. Go ahead, it's on

Passing a menu to Sabrina, Bradley offered, "Order anything you'd like, Sabrina. Tonight's on me."

Selecting her favorites, Sabrina placed her order.

Upon reviewing her choices, Bradley turned to her and noted, "You've ordered pretty light. Didn't you used to love the durian cake here? Why haven't you asked for it?"

As he spoke, Bradley ordered the cake for her.

Caught between their exchange, Aylin teasingly remarked, "Remembering Sabrina's favorites pretty well, aren't you? Do you remember mine?"

Caught off guard, Bradley chuckled. "I'll be sure to remember next time."

Gradually, the dishes were served.

During the meal, Bradley excused himself to visit the restroom.

Seizing the opportunity, Aylin leaned to Sabrina, whispering, "Is there something going on between you two?"

Denying with a shake of her head, Sabrina questioned, “No. What are you thinking about? Why ask that?"

"Isn't it obvious? The signs are all there."

“Well, you've got it wrong."

Aylin didn't press further but sighed. "You're still single, Sabrina.

You must have a line of suitors at work. You don't like any of them? Maybe I could set you up?"

"I have a boyfriend."

Sabrina had indeed attracted some attention from her co-workers.

One of them had been rather persistent.

To ward him off, she claimed she was in a relationship.

"You can fool others, but not me," Aylin retorted, pouting. "If you've got a boyfriend, why haven't we met him?"

Sabrina, looking down, assured, "I didn't lie. I'll introduce him when the time is right."

She had intended to break the news of her marriage to Tyrone the day he reciprocated her feelings.

That day seemed less likely than ever.