On Saturday evening, Yvonne made her way to the restaurant using the GPS. She drove past the bustling city and into a quiet alley.

She made sure three times that she wasn't in the wrong place before driving forward once more until she saw the restaurant's lit-up sign.

She mused to herself, wondering if the restaurant had any business given its location.

As she turned into the restaurant, she saw the spacious courtyard for cars to park in. The restaurant was brightly lit.

She got out of the car and handed her keys to the valet before walking into the restaurant in her high heels.

At that moment, she realized that, other than the staff, there wasn't a single customer.

The only person who caught her attention was the man making drinks by the bar. He was in a silk shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He looked extremely skilled at making cocktails.

He seemed to have noticed Yvonne's gaze. While catching the shaker in mid-air, he looked at her. "Are you Ms. Miller?"

Yvonne came to her