It was already ten in the evening, and Gerald found himself in front of Ariana's restaurant once again. Not that he wasn't tired – he was utterly exhausted. His shirt, which had been neatly buttoned earlier, was now undone, and his tie had been removed. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his perfectly combed hair was now disheveled.

If only Ariana was an easy-to-handle girl, he wouldn't have to go through all of this trouble. But he did all of this because he knew ...