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♡Astrid♡ A warm hand slid around my waist, pulling me into his chest as we made our way toward a table facing the entrance. There were only a handful of people scattered around, but all eyes were on us as we settled into our seats. Conversations slowly dulled out to whispers. Adrian sat opposite me, his gaze flickered to the door while I had my back to it. A waiter approached, clutching a menu. “Welcome to Glamour. What may I get you?” he asked, and Adrian’s eyes shifted to me. He tilted his head slightly, silently urging me to order first. I cleared my throat, glancing up at the waiter. “Can I take a look at the menu?” I asked, and he gave me a polite smile before handing it over. I skimmed through it, pressing my lips together. Finally, I handed it back to him. “Pan- seared salmon with lemon butter sauce and yeah, asparagus. I'd love to have a glass of bourbon too,” I muttered, and he nodded, turning to Adrian, who gave a small nod. “A bottle of classic martini for me,” Adrian said,