That evening, Gaby and her boyfriend stepped into a quiet, romantic Chinese restaurant tucked away in the corner of town—a place that felt like it was pulled straight out of a dream. The air was filled with the soft sound of traditional Chinese music, the gentle clinking of dishes, and the sweet scent of fresh flowers. Everywhere they looked, there were blossoms—roses, orchids, cherry blossoms—lining the windows, wrapping around wooden pillars, even hanging in delicate arrangements from the ceiling.

Gaby’s eyes lit up instantly. “Oh my gosh… this is so pretty,” she whispered, grabbing his hand.

He smiled, watching her take it all in. “Only the best for you.”

They were led to a small corner table by the window, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights and a flower arrangement that looked like it belonged in a wedding. The menu was hand-written in elegant calligraphy, and even the teacups were painted with tiny flowers.

“This place is insane,” Gaby said, looking around. “Like… how is this even real?”

He leaned back, smiling. “Kinda matches you, doesn’t it? Beautiful, dramatic, a little extra.”

She gave him a playful glare. “Did you just compare me to a floral-themed restaurant?”

“Yup,” he said, handing her a menu. “And I meant every word.”

They ordered their favorite dishes—Gaby got orange chicken with jasmine rice, and he went for spicy Szechuan beef. They shared everything, passing plates back and forth, feeding each other with chopsticks, and laughing every time one of them dropped something.

At one point, she leaned across the table, a soft look in her eyes. “This place is actually perfect. Like… you and me, here together. I love it.”

He reached over, brushing a stray flower petal off her sleeve. “I knew you would. You deserve this kind of vibe all the time.”

She blushed slightly, then took another bite of her food. “Okay, but if you bring another girl here someday, I will haunt you.”