Olivia

We settled at the table as the sun sank lower on the horizon. The air had cooled slightly, a gentle breeze coming off the ocean.

I cut into my steak and took a bite. The meat was perfect, cooked to a flawless medium rare, tender and juicy with just the right amount of seasoning.

"Fuck, that's good," I said around the bite.

Alexander smiled, cutting into his own steak. "Chef knows what he's doing."

We ate slowly, savoring each bite. The sunset ...