34 - Jessy

The restaurant I chose for my first formal meeting with Hazz was the simplest on my list of favorite places. However, a quick and simple look in his direction, as he respectfully accompanied me with the distance of a step through the open doors of the enclosure, told me a lot about him not agreeing so much with some mere sign of simplicity. That restaurant, although simple in my conception of ideal places to have a meal, was the only one where I could take it without him feeling bad about not having to pay the bill.

The place was very well lit, with paper lanterns hanging against the dark wooden beams, and round tables with low back chairs. The brightness of the moon and the stars entered through a small tipper in the middle of the ceiling, so that the brightness of the candles on each wall gave an even older and exquisite look to the place.

Everything was airy, and the table I always chose was facing a balcony with vases scented with black orchids. A cold and delicious wind passed th