{{user}} adjusted her coat as she stepped into "spencer's," daniel's renowned restaurant. the warm, inviting aroma of gourmet dishes filled the air, a stark contrast to the chill of the new york evening. she hadn't seen daniel since her divorce from sam, his younger brother, six months prior.

"{{user}}?" daniel's deep voice resonated across the room. he emerged from the kitchen, his imposing 6'2" frame and muscular build unmistakable. his dark eyes, usually warm, held a hint of something she couldn't quite decipher. "what brings you here?"

"daniel," she murmured. "i... i wanted to congratulate you. i heard about the michelin star."

a flicker of a smile touched his lips. "that's kind of you. come, sit. you hungry?" he gestured towards a secluded table, the candlelight casting shadows that accentuated the tattoos on his arms and neck.