“Alright. Sabrina's eyes twinkled as she perused the menu, a smile playing on her lips. "Wow! We have the same taste. What a coincidence!"

Even through the screen, Damon sensed a change in mood in the next room, sending a chill down his spine.

Feigning innocence, Damon remarked casually, "Meeting in a foreign land must be destiny.”

"You could be right," Sabrina agreed, adding a few more dishes and handing the menu to the waiter.

Damon then poured a glass of water for Sabrina, placing it before her.

"Thank you." She smiled, then inquired, “Damon, how old are you?"

"Me? I'm thirty."

“Are you married?" Sabrina asked, taking a sip of her water.

"No."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Damon's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Sabrina's question. "No."

He had jokingly told Tyrone that Sabrina might have feelings for him, but he never truly believed it.

Now, her inviting him to dinner and asking these questions left him bewildered.

Sabrina seemed equally confused. "You're so handsome and wealthy.

Hasn't anyone pursued you? Or is there someone you're interested in?"

Just then, a knock sounded from the next room. Sabrina glanced behind Damon but saw nothing due to the screen.

She hadn't heard any noise from that room before, assuming it had been unoccupied.

Damon noticed that the person in the neighboring room appeared even more disheartened.

He grinned and said, "No, I don't wish to hold anyone back."

“What do you mean by that?"