Playing A Game Of Fate.

It was just as Amara had predicted. The location of their date turned out to be in the middle of the ocean, taking place on none other than Tobias’s private yacht. Waiters and a few musicians, for entertainment sake, we’re invited. At the center of the yacht’s first floor, was their dining table, decorated in the most simplest manner- a white table cloth, standing candles and flower wave in the middle, holding nothing more than three beautiful tulips. The sight was romantic, breathtaking, and Amara couldn’t help but wonder how many times a person could fall in love with a single person. “Is the food okay? Or should I order something different?” Tobias’s question brought her out of her reverie and she realized she had been staring at the plate for a little too long. She turned her gaze to him and with a faint smile, asked. “You’re really going out of your way, aren’t you?” “Not at all,” Came Tobias’s answer. “In fact, all this is nothing compared to what I put you through.” A look of gu