"Just my luck running into them," I muttered under my breath.

I thought about taking another route, but curiosity got the better of me, I stopped to watch.

In the corner, a table stood adorned with bright red roses. Claire was draped over Vincent, her arms around his neck like she owned him, "Vince, I know we couldn't get a private room, but having a candlelit dinner out here isn't so bad, right?"

"Yeah," Vincent muttered, "This is a public place—watch yourself. If ...