Snippet #2712292

They had been lead to a cozy table with a lavish spread of appetizers, sizzling hot and fresh, and Tai pulled out a chair for his dinner companion first. The view from their seats was breathtaking indeed; the velvety evening had a stroke of purple twilight as the sun faded out of view, silver orbs seemingly suspended in the night sky as the stars came out and twinkled brightly. The maitre d' pointed out a few significant landmarks that could be easily seen from their vantage point, and Tai made note of a few that he would probably visit tomorrow during the tourist portion of his visit.

Wrenching his gaze away from the beautiful city, Tai shrugged his jacket off and turned to hang it from the back of his chair when his eyes landed on a sight that managed to capture his attention in a way that the view of Marseilles never could.

The maitre d' was listing off the recommended dinner specials for the evening and had moved on to the list of complimentary wines, but Tai kept his eyes trained on Seon. It was a testament to how much she had hurt him that he could feel his blood stirring beneath his skin even afteter all this time. Frost began slowly crawling over his heart once more, taking it up in an icy grip that had only barely just thawed over the past three years.

"Excuse me," he interrupted the host in a low voice, "but I'm afraid I don't like heights much. Would it be possible to have that table over there?" He gestured to the table right next to the one where the woman in white was sitting.

The host blinked in surprise but complied. "Right away sir," she said, snapping her fingers at a nearby server to begin moving their appetizers to the new table.

Tai didn't even bother gauging his dinner companion's--what was her name again?--reaction. He strode over to the table, pulled out his chair, and sat down so that he was facing Seon straight across their two tables. The brunette smiled as if everything was okay and smoothly seated herself at his side, legs crossed and a hand on his arm. Not that he noticed. His eyes flashed with barely suppressed anger, and a smirk tugged at his lips as he made himself comfortable. Arms extended, legs stretched out comfortably... oh, he was going to enjoy this.

After all, revenge was a dish best served cold.