Rena’s pov

“What do you mean by me? How did you even get my number?” I said, curiosity formed on my face with a lined wrinkle. He looked at me with intrigue and smiled.

“Don’t worry…for today, I just want dinner with you. Go on, open your plate” he said, stretching his arms at my plate from the long table extension he was seated at— as his head tilted to the side. I locked my eyes with his and slowly opened the cover.

The plate was packed with seafood creamy pasta and by the sight of it alone, one could already tell how delightful the food would taste.

“Hmmmm,” I...