Mike smiled at his soon-to-be wife and closed her door. Then, as they walked, he linked their fingers together and gave her a kiss on her lips. Once inside, he talked to the receptionist about the table he had booked, one of the best ones of the restaurant. Using a mini-lift for the three-stories building, he took her to the roof where there were some tables, one of them with a perfect view of the sky and the city. He sat there and looked at the waiter. "Hey, waiter....here please," he said gently. "I'd like to have some high-class pasta for the entering course and a plate of chicken with curry for the main course. Some lobster salad with lettuce too please. Oh, and the finest wine you have. You my dear?" he asked and gave her the menu. Everything was extremely expensive.