A Taste of the Past

"It's not that I'm saying no to dinner, but what I really want is some pasta from a street stall. Can you handle eating that?" Freya teased.

After all, Grant was the heir to a wealthy family, someone who usually only showed up in high-class places. There was no way he'd go for street food that late at night.

"Do you have an exact address?" Grant asked. "If not, I'll just let the GPS figure it out.