Trauma

TWO MONTHS LATER

Cruz quickly cross-checked the foods on the table before checking the decorations he made.

He was on the rooftop of the hotel he had lodged in for the past two months. It was late evening and the place was beautifully decorated with beautiful rose petals and balloons. The lights were dim but the stars were shining brightly above them.

On the table were two plates of grilled steak and barbeque sauce, a bottle of red wine with two wine glasses, and a box of chocolate and other snacks for dessert.

"Everything is perfect, right?" Cruz asked Dave who just joined him with a bouquet of flowers.

"Yeah, it's cute and I know your woman will like it. She's already on her way." Dave replied casually but Cruz panicked.

"What? She's already on her way?" He asked curiously and Dave nodded.

"Just drop the flower and leave. I don't want her to meet you here." Cruz ordered as he quickly collected the flower and pushed him to the door.

As soon as Dave left, Cruz quickly cross-check