We take our seats in the only table, the one that has been placed in the centre of the room.

The lighting is dim, soft music is playing and I catch Sunrae humming along to the jazz.

She likes jazz, a lot.

The array of desserts I organised for our date appear in front of us and a smile appears on my face watching her reaction.

Her jaw drops watching the food appear on the table and a glint of something appears in her eyes.

Why is she sad?