The dish was tasty. Athena admitted, taking another forkful, her nostrils pleased too with the variety of meals Antonio had made available before her.
Birthday dinner, he had called it.
But surely, there was no way she could finish it. Her stomach capacity was a limited one. She wished though, she could. She was starving—wished the feeling could continue, so she could clear the plates.
"I am happy you love the food," Antonio spoke, grinning, spoon suspended in the air, watching his fiancée devour the meal like she hadn’t eaten for the day. He had made a good choice for a restaurant this time around.
Maybe, here would be their special spot, even though it wasn’t really the la crème de la crème of the society. He wouldn’t have known it if his executive cum friend hadn’t suggested it.
"Thank you, Antonio, for this. Been so long I tasted food as good as this..." she paused when she remembered that she had another dinner coming up—one with Ewan.
Suddenly, her appetite waned. She needed to save some space for his food, which meant all these here had to be packaged. No way was she letting them go. Her friends would sing her praises too; like her, they loved and appreciated good food.
"All in the spirit of the celebration," Antonio joked, unaware of Athena’s thoughts. "So, how is it going at the lab? Any luck with the cure?"
As he made the inquiry, he took a sip of the red wine, which Athena thought smelt heavenly. How had she stayed in this city and not known of this restaurant? And why wasn’t it on the popular list?
She took a sip of wine, eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to detect the taste—the brand that came with this. Nothing came up. She looked at the bottle; there was a name there, but it wasn’t familiar.
An obscure brand of wine too?
"Athena..."
Her gaze drifted back to her date.
"Sorry... I was just curious about the wine that tasted like sin... the name isn’t exactly known. Or did you order it specially?"
Antonio shook his head, receiving the compliment like he was the wine presser. "But the server mentioned it was one of the best in their restaurant, and a personal favourite of the owner of this place..."
Maybe the owner had a winepress too? Must be Italian, she mused, catching the name of the wine again.
"That good?"
She nodded without hesitation. "Very good. Surely, you must have noticed that."
Antonio agreed, taking another sip of the wine. Maybe he could meet the server later and offer a contract to the business owner before they go viral. They might be able to achieve a lot—could even rope in Nathaniel’s expertise of the web.
He smiled faintly, lost in thought, already picturing possibilities. He was already a rich fellow, but having more was never wrong.

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