Dove
The restaurant Bucky took me to was entirely different to what I was used to. It had more of a lounge setting than anything else. Private low couches with tables and the lighting dark and moody. A low hum of music in the background whilst the bar tenders flipped and spun drinks as a form of a performance.
It was captivating. The air had a mix of delicious smelling food, alcohol and to a corner cigarettes when you passed by to go to the bathroom. The atmosphere was very grown up. Very mature and Bucky seemed to be right at home.
"Do you want a drink?" He offered as I looked through the menu that thankfully was in English. I kept on reading sentence after sentence but my mind was thrown off because of Bucky's arm over my shoulders.
