It doesn't take too long to get into town. Luckily, Frankie remembers exactly where the restaurant is located and drives us there without any issue. After parking, we head inside and my jaw drops.

It's ridiculously nice here! I've never eaten at a place this nice before... how can Frankie possibly afford this place??

"Table for two?" The hostess asks with a sweet smile; her raven black hair twisted into a neat bun on top of her head.

"Yes, please," Frankie confirms with a nod. Grabbing two menus, the hostess leads us to a table in the middle of the dining area. As we walk into the dining area, a tugging feeling begins to pull at my chest. Frowning, I rub at the area, but the feeling refuses to go away. 

The hostess informs us that our waiter will be out in a few minutes, and we begin looking through the menu. My eyes widen when I see the prices of the meals.

"Frankie," I hiss quietly. "Have you seen these prices? There's no way in hell you can afford this!"

Frankie rolls their eyes. "Oh, relax. My parents gave me a lot of money to get through the summer. Like, a ridiculous amount of cash. I think it was their version of a peace offering for forcing me to spend the summer with my transphobic grandparents."

"Still... these prices are—"

"Seriously, Kai," Frankie interrupts me with a stern look. "It's fine. Just pick out whatever you want to eat. Don't worry about the cost."

Sighing in resignation, I flip through my menu. If I purposefully choose the least expensive meal, Frankie might scold me again. But I can't bring myself to order anything too pricey either. Instead, I settle on a pasta dish that's priced somewhat in the middle. Our waiter stops by soon after, swiftly taking our orders.

Leaning back in my chair, my ears twitch when I pick up the soft sound of a piano. Music trickles in the air, making my body feel relaxed and at ease.

"I love the music here," I note, taking a sip of my water.

Frankie nods. "I heard they have live entertainment here."

"You mean, this isn't a recording?" I clarify with raised brows. "Someone is playing this live? As in, right now?"

They nod again, and my lips part in awe. This music... it's too flawless to be live. It truly sounds like a pre-recorded album by a professional musician. I wonder where they are playing from. I crane my neck, trying to look around the tables to see the musician. As I search, that tugging in my chest grows more and more prominent, until it's practically pointing towards the source. Mindlessly, I stand from my seat and let the pull guide me. I barely hear Frankie calling after me as I weave through the tables.

The grand piano comes into view. My eyes trail up the sleek black piano; my heart pounding as the stunning musician comes into view.

My mate.