Anna's PoV
It was dark and stars were brightly lighting the night sky when we left the graveyard. Zach offered for us to have dinner together, and I couldn't say no.
An hour later, we had dinner at Monet's, the café on the end of the same street I live on. We sat upstairs this time, in the extended outer area, like a small balcony, to enjoy the pleasant wind. There were two small individual couches on both sides, decorated with cushions and a shawl, with a small circular table in the centre, with menu cards.
The balcony had just one table, which gave us the privacy to talk. The menu was limited, but everything we called until now was far more delicious than I've ever had at Idaho.
The dinner was mostly full of only small conversations. We spoke about work and just many, many things in
