The amber light flickered as wax seeped down the shrinking candles. Nikolai cut through his main, while enjoying the gentle ambient melody playing in the background, which alternated between bright, romantic tones and a gripping timbre.
'There's sauce on her lips...'
Nikolai glanced up from his plate, steadily ruminating on the previous courses.
He could only describe the start with the words soft warmth. A rich, steamy truffle-infused mushroom velouté with a light cream foam. It was earthy, with a savoury buttery taste that lined the inside of his cheeks.
While chewing the herb-crusted lamb, a slightly hesitant Nikita asked a question.
"...are you enjoying it?"
His eyes raised, noticing his wife breaking manners as she leaned on her elbows and stared at him with brilliant eyes. She watched him eating quietly with her lips curved into a broad smile.
'Ugh...'
