"Really? Great. I will definitely ask you to travel with me." He replies as he slows down his motorbike a bit. Not long after that, he completely stops the bike and park near their destination.
"Okay, we're here." he says as he point his face toward a quaint French restaurant. "That's the place." The front face of the place is plain, only a small wooden sign saying The Bistro and a small awning before the a single door are decorating the view. But, as they walk inside, the bistro is filled with vintage decorations and furniture, giving some kind of quaint feeling. With a singer and a pianist playing their music in the background, a male server with a thick French accent greets them with a smile. "Mr. River. We already have a table for you and your lovely date." Then the server escorts them to one of the tables by the window overlooking the Thames and with a view of the stage on the opposite side of it.
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"Okay, we're here." he says as he point his face toward a quaint French restaurant. "That's the place." The front face of the place is plain, only a small wooden sign saying The Bistro and a small awning before the a single door are decorating the view. But, as they walk inside, the bistro is filled with vintage decorations and furniture, giving some kind of quaint feeling. With a singer and a pianist playing their music in the background, a male server with a thick French accent greets them with a smile. "Mr. River. We already have a table for you and your lovely date." Then the server escorts them to one of the tables by the window overlooking the Thames and with a view of the stage on the opposite side of it.