Evelyn's POV

The elevator doors slid open, and we stepped out into the top floor of the mall. The lighting was soft, warm, bouncing off the polished marble floors.

As we walked past glittering shopfronts, I caught sight of the restaurant ahead. Tall glass windows, cream tablecloths, and waiters in crisp white shirts.

“This looks like a Western restaurant,” I said, glancing up at Dominic. “Why here?”

He gave a small smile. “When I was homeless, I used to hang around places like this ...