𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 | HAN LUE

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At 7:45 pm, Frankie found herself scrambling to finish the grooming before Deckard's arrival.

With only fifteen minutes left on the clock, she was still in the midst of shaving her legs when her friends unexpectedly dropped by to offer support.

Their presence was a welcome distraction, especially considering the strained situation between her and Han.

Because of his stoic reaction to the flowers from Deckard and the impending date, Frankie couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered between them.

His silent departure after a brief kiss left her wondering about his thoughts and intentions, but with no communication from him, she could only speculate.

Pushing aside her concerns about Han, Frankie resolved to focus solely on herself for the evening.

This date was her chance to indulge in a bit of selfishness, a luxury she rarely allowed herself amidst the demands of motherhood and the complexities of her relationship with Han.

Setting aside her worries, she hurried to finish her grooming routine, rinsing off in the shower and quickly brushing her teeth before applying a generous amount of deodorant to stave off any unwanted perspiration.

She meticulously adjusted her curls to achieve the perfect look before slipping into her chosen attire for the evening.

Her satin dress, a luxurious dark red hue, draped elegantly over her curves, the buttery material clinging to her body in all the right places.

The neckline dipped sensually, revealing a hint of cleavage, while the hemline grazed just an inch above her knees, striking the perfect balance between sophistication and allure.

The glance at the clock ignited a sudden surge of urgency within Frankie.

Now she found herself in a mad dash to locate the perfect purse and pair of heels to complement her stunning ensemble.

They had reservations at an upscale sushi restaurant, an unfamiliar culinary adventure for Deckard, even with his lengthy tenure in the area.

Frankie couldn't help but feel a twinge of bewilderment at this revelation—how had he managed to miss out on sushi for so long?

Sushi wasn't exactly Frankie's go-to cuisine, but she appreciated the occasional indulgence in its flavours and textures.

It wasn't something she craved with any regularity, unlike her son Jake, whose penchant for authentic sushi bordered on obsession.

He had inherited a discerning palate, favouring dishes crafted from the freshest fish and paired with the spiciest wasabi available.

Frankie couldn't help but marvel at his adventurous taste buds, even if she didn't quite share his enthusiasm for the fiery condiment.

The disparity in culinary preferences between mother and son was a curious one, further underscored by Han's outright aversion to sushi.

It was a culinary divide that often left Frankie navigating mealtime with a sense of bemusement, wondering how her family's tastes could vary so vastly.

Yet, in spite of their differing preferences, she couldn't deny the allure of tonight's dining destination and the promise of an unforgettable evening with Deckard.

As the clock struck at 8:00 pm, a familiar yet anticipatory sensation pulsed through Frankie's veins.

She darted across the room, her movements a flurry of activity as she attempted to slip on her shoe before reaching the door.