Amara watched from a distance. The man, Morgan, looked much like he did in his photo-thankfully, it wasn''t misleading. He seemed handsome and refined, but she couldn''t tell what he was like on the inside.


    Without much hesitation, she walked over, clutch in hand, and offered a small smile. "Mr. Bishop, hello. I''m Amara."


    Morgan looked up, a sh of admiration in his eyes. He stood and extended his hand. "Ms. Sullivan, hello. I have to say, you''re even more beautiful in person. Please, have a seat."


    Amara nodded, shook his hand briefly, and sat down.


    They opened their menus to order. Morgan was very considerate of her tastes, asking what she liked and if she had any dietary restrictions. He mentioned he''d been to the restaurant before and rmended two of their signature dishes.


    Morgan was a gentle and well-mannered man, and Amara found it veryfortable to be around someone like him.


    But men like this were often warm on the outside and cold on the inside. It was easy to have a pleasant conversation, but getting into their hearts was another matter entirely.


    She quickly dismissed the thought. It wasn''t as if she was trying to get into his heart. Closing her menu, she said, "I''m ready to order."


    Morgan was also ready. They gave their selections to the waiter, and then Morgan began to ask about her interests.


    "What do you screenwriters do when you''re not writing?" he asked. “Do you read a lot?"


    "I''ve heard you''re quite the schr, Ms. Sullivan. You must be an avid reader, then?" Morgan was skilled at givingpliments, managing to praise her without putting himself in a lower position-a talent not everyone possessed.


    Amara replied, "I do enjoy reading, but not all screenwriters do. Some prefer reading scripts, or watching TV shows and movies."


    Morgan nodded in understanding, then rested his chin on his hand, looking curious. "I''ve been the one asking all the questions Aren''t you Curious about my hobbies


    "Of course, I''m just asking casually. If you don''t want to answer, Ms. Sullivan, that''s perfectly fine. Please don''t feel pressured."


    Morgan''s voice was steady and his tone was rxed. Talking with him felt like a gentle spring breeze.


    Amara smiled. “I''m not sure if my grandfather... I mean, Mr. Kevin Everly, mentioned this to you, but I''m not very talkative."


    "That''s just when I''m first getting to know someone, of course. Once I''mfortable, I can talk a lot. That''s why I haven''t asked you anything yet."


    Morgan chuckled. “I understand. You''re the type who''s slow to warm up. My sister is the same way. I''m sure you two would be good friends."


    Amara simply smiled without saying a word.


    Just then, their food began to arrive. Morgan politely asked Amara what she liked, then used the serving utensils to ce two slices of


    are before


    smoked meat onto her te befo


    taking a piece for himself.


    "By the way, I haven''t properly introduced myself. You already know my name is


    Morgan. As for my age, I just turned thirty this year."


    Morgan said with a slight smile.


    Amara put down her utensils to listen attentively as Morgan continued, "I''ve been busy with my career for the past few years and haven''t had time for rtionships. My family has been pressuring me to get married, and since things have slowed down recently, finally have time to consider that part of my life. So, I asked my grandfather to help me find a nice young woman."


    “I never expected him to introduce me to someone as beautiful as you. I don''t know


    what you think of me, but I hope we can get to know each other better."