Dinner had already begun, even before the food arrived.
The atmosphere was right. Quiet, private, the faint sounds of water lapping at the lake and soft conversation drifting from the main dining area. Damon could feel the calm settling over them.
Then the waiter returned, moving smoothly as he set the bottle of non-alcoholic wine on the table.
"Here you are, signore, signorina," he said with a polite nod. "If you need anything else, I'll be close."
And with that, he stepped away, leaving them to it.
Damon took the bottle in hand, pouring the first glass for himself. He glanced across the table at her, pausing.
"You want one?" he asked.
Svetlana smiled, giving a small nod. "Yeah."
He poured her a glass next, setting the bottle back down before leaning back into his chair.
