The inside of Ricci’s was quaint and charming. The walls and floor were of concrete finish except for the indoor stone-clad pillars. Small circular tables with red chairs dotted the place — several tables were occupied. Bronze hanging ceiling lamps provided warm lighting giving it a cozy atmosphere. It had a rustic, vintage feel to it.
Soft jazz music played from hidden speakers in the background.
Kelsi took in a deep breath and savored the mouth-watering aroma of freshly cooked food from the kitchen.
A bar counter near the middle was set near a wall with archways on both sides, leading to another room beyond. Kelsi and Aki approached the counter and the man behind it greeted Aki when he saw them.
“Sir Aki,” the man said pleasantly. “It’s nice to see you again. What I can get for you
