Chapter 36 The Food On The Table

• Santos and I had a pleasant dinner together. We kept it casual and relaxed. It was just like every other time that Santos and I had a meal together.
• The following three weeks were quite lovely. My birthday had already passed. I turned twenty-five years old and refused to celebrate it. Not that Santos listened to me. That very night he called me over to his house saying he had something to say to me, only for me to meet a well-decorated place, soft music, and the best dinner I’d ever eaten my whole life.
• I tried to catch up at the office, and all my spare time—which wasn’t a lot—I spent with Santos.