“Of course, he had to choose a place like this!” Reyona thought in anger as she got out of her car and trudged through the fake sea sand to the retro Seashore Restaurant, acclaimed for catering to only seafood and their lovers.

Well, Reyona was no lover of foods that wiggled like they were going to pop out of her throat and dance the samba. She was even less of a fan of the bastard that had made her come to such a place at that time of the night.

Would it have been too much to ask that the idiot let them fix their meeting for the next day,...