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“Banks,” Jasper tells the hostess after we walk into the restaurant.
I’ve been to fancy restaurants before. I’ve been to Tahlia’s family’s country club, but this restaurant is beyond beautiful. The large circular room is filled with booths and dark wood tables paired with cream cloth-covered chairs. There’s a long bar on one side of the room with a large screen behind all the bottles. The image on the screen is a fire and it’s hard to drag my eyes away from the flames as they flicker and lick up to the ceiling. The entire restaurant is filled with a warm glow from the many recessed lights. My only complaint, if I had one, would be that I wish we had more privacy.
The hostess flings her brunette hair over her shoulder, swivels on her stilettos and sways her ass while guiding us to our
