Ragini looked across the white linen-covered table and smiled at Ronobir. The restaurant was much fancier than she was used to, but she couldn't help but wonder if she just couldn't remember frequenting these types of places. The lights were dim and there was a single lit candle at each table. Beside the candle stood a small vase that held a deep red rose. Ragini was glad that he had thought to tell her to wear something nice, otherwise, she would have felt extremely awkward. Everyone in the room looked as if they should be at a party or some other fancy event.