Katya loved evening walks, the early dew drops on the grass, the first stars of the evening, the moon, crisp air... everything about night she loved. It wasn't cold, but refreshing as she crossed the street to the musuem. Katya looked at her watch, '30 minutes...'. She bit her lip, knowing she wouldn't have as much time as she wanted at the museum. So instead, she just went into the restaurant.
The young girl was greeted warmly by the host-boy and asked if she was with the party. She looked at him shyly and ringed a sleeve between two fingers, "Oom, Ee am mayting weez a voung man by zay name of Demitri." The host-boy nodded while smiling, "Ah yes, Mr. Demitri, nice lad. He has set up a reservation for two, come this way, please." Katya followed him, bewildered by the fact that Demitri had made a reservation.