Room 507, Tuesday, Late Evening

There were candles burning softly, and a dessert left to chill. Ronan, meanwhile, was setting up a small, low table he'd acquired recently, with cushions on which to sit.

For dinner, he had prepared curry-lime chicken*, served over a spiced blend of white and brown rice with lentils, with the requisite naan bread on the side. All he needed now was his dinner date.


( *Recipe behind the cut! )