The way to a man’s heart is not always through his stomach.

Jonathan and I longed for a space to sit comfortably where we could talk to each other instead of shouting at each other, albeit kindly.

“Should we find somewhere else to have dinner?” Jonathan yelled at me.

“Sure,” I screamed back into his ear.

So much fun.

We left the rooftop bar in the hope of finding somewhere secluded for a quiet dinner. We delighted in the rest of our date night which we invite you to continue reading here: https://creatingsparksthatlast.blogsp...

Elora Canne