"I don't usually need them but that was bad." He chuckles as he takes my hand and brings it to his mouth. Wyatt places a gentle kiss on the back of it before letting go to change the gear.

"We're here." He says and I can see how excited he is from his eyes. I get out his car to see we are parked outside a very small restaurant. It looks like a cottage in the middle of nowhere with a few lanterns on the windows. I look over the car at Wyatt in confusion.

"You should never judge a book by its cover, hasn't anyone ever told you that?" He chuckles when I don't reply and he comes over, taking my hand. Wyatt leads me to the entrance when a man opens the door nodding to Wyatt as he leads me in. The room is practically empty, except from a staircase lit up by fairy lights on the big banisters. The staircase leads down into the ground but I can’t see where it goes. There were a few cars parked outside, so there people must be down here.

"After you sweetheart," Wyatt whispers in my ear, as he pushes my hair over my shoulder. I smile walking down the staircase and I could swear my jaw drops open.

There is a massive room under the small restaurant, with tables filling the middle. The ceiling has hundreds of different lights filling it and the walls are filled with bottles of wine on a display. Wyatt gently nudges me down the staircase with his hand and the man at the end dressed all in black smiles at us. The staircase looks like it’s been carved out of one piece of wood and little twirls are craved into it. It makes me wonder how the hell they got the staircase into here. It must have been a hell of a job.

"Mr Allerton and your lovely guest are very welcome here tonight. It’s been such a long time since I have seen you. The usual table?"  He asks with a small bow. The man is dressed all in black; a small red crown is stitched into his pocket on his chest.

"Yes please Albert." Wyatt answers. I scowl a little inside, as we are lead to a nice table in the corner, thinking about how many girls he has brought here. A wave of jealously hits me as I imagine Wyatt with anyone else but I push it away as Wyatt looks through the drinks menu. I can’t be jealous of people who come before me but for some reason I know I am. The way Wyatt looks at me, suggests that he isn’t seeing anyone else, so I should relax.

"I will have my usual red wine and what would you like?" He asks me and I ask for a glass of any white wine.