The streets bustled with activities, everyone going about their day. In a high end restaurant, couples walked in and out, their smiles wide and heartwarming. Luther sat in front of a young man, wrapping up a business meeting with a handshake, “Thank you for your time, Mr Dickson.”
Luther chuckled, “The pleasure is mine, Mr Luke.” he said, rising up to leave the restaurant right after Mr Luke's departure. However, a familiar scent of vanilla enveloped him. Ella's grip on Luther's hand was tight, like she was clinging unto him for support. “Luther.” she whispered softly, her voice barely above a whisper, “Can we talk?”
Luther frowned, wondering how she knew he was here. Was she stalking him? He swept his gaze over her, “Can now not be the time?”
Ella's eyes watered, “Why not? You're do
