The bright lights from the well-lit town reflected against the dark ocean, and the searchlight rotated over the water to guide people in the right direction.
Zane leaned against the railing, the salty breeze brushing his face as he watched in anticipation as they drew closer to the town.
They stopped in front of a building shaped like a half onion.
The purple and the light of the letters illuminate the entire surrounding area. “Deep” was written in bold letters, and several wooden silver bridges spanned the whole restaurant on all sides, with the yacht stopped in front of the bridge.
Cyra paid the woman and helped Zane across the bridge before following behind him. A few steps in, a waiter in a black-and-grey uniform approached them and greeted them with a polite smile.
“Good evening, do you have a reservation with us?”
Cyra showed him a QR code on her hologram screen, and he scanned it with his own. When he saw the private room, his smile beca genuine, tinged with flattery.
“Please follow .” He walked ahead at a steady pace they could easily keep up with.
Zane’s eyes darted around, taking in the restaurant’s classic, elegant décor. He expected to be led to a room, but the waiter took them to an elevator.
“Madam, when you reach the ground floor, a waitress will be waiting to take you to your private room. Do have a great ti dining with us.” The waiter indicated the floor they would stop on by showing it on the panel before signaling for them to enter the glass elevator.
Zane and Cyra entered, and the doors softly slid shut with a chi.
The arrows on the wall pointed downward as the elevator began descending at a steady pace.
Zane didn’t notice anything unusual until blue water enveloped the elevator. Startled, he grabbed the walls.
They were descending into the depths of the ocean. Columns of light pierced the darkness, illuminating the vast expanse around them, and in the distance, he spotted other elevators, each carrying passengers down into the unknown.
His jaws slackened in amazent, and he saw a school of fish swimming past, each one big and small.
“Do you like it?” Cyra asked, her eyes fixed on his shimring silver ones.
“It’s beautiful...how are we breathing?” Zane whispered softly, too awestruck to speak louder, fearing the dreamy sight in the sea would disappear.
Cyra lifted his chin, and his gaze fell on a tube that seed to lead to their descent point. Though he didn’t understand how it worked, he realized it was the tube supplying them oxygen.
“There are so many amazing places I will take you to,” Cyra promised as she let go of his chin, watched him move closer to the wall, and pressed his palm against it, as if to touch the water.
Zane was deeply shocked; he was like an historical figure transported into a modern, high-tech world without warning. He thought he was knowledgeable from scrolling through the Nexus, but this place showed him otherwise.
His gaze was fixed on the scene around him, and he didn’t notice the large, brightly lit building shaped like a giant shell below them; all the elevators were heading toward it.
The elevator reached the shell, and the door slid open, but Zane could still see the ocean floor, filled with diverse marine life and vibrant corals.
“Welco. I’ll be your waitress for the evening—please follow .” The waitress greeted them with a smile, a flicker of amazent and appreciation in her eyes as they settled on Cyra and Zane.
‘What an eye-catching couple—they’re so well matched,’ she thought, leading them to their private room.
They moved through the open area, where chairs were already occupied by people. They ascended to the first floor before taking the elevator to the third floor.
There, people were few, the doors were shut, and sotis waitresses or waiters rolled in a trolley loaded with dishes and wine.
They finally ca to a stop in front of a silver double door at the end of the hallway.
The waitress opened the door and, with a small bow, signaled for them to co in.
Once they entered, the waitress shut the door and walked away with a click of her heels.
Inside the walls, which were made entirely of transparent glass, they could see the srizing view of marine life as they dined.
The floor was covered with soft carpets, and the chandelier above illuminated the room.
Cyra pulled out a chair and slid another closer for Zane before tapping the holographic screen at the center of the table, where a selection of dishes appeared. With a flick of her fingers, she zood in and sent the display drifting toward him.
“What would you want to eat... hmm... seafood is out since you just had that for lunch,” Cyra muttered as she scrolled up the screen, stopping on a few dishes that caught his eyes.
“Umm, the oyster pasta looks delicious, and add this.” Zane clicked on the dishes he found interesting, but rembered to order only small servings since he was the only one eating.
“Hmm, okay, I’ll order wine—” Cyra’s voice was cut off by the harsh knock on the door.
She frowned and turned toward the door. She heard five heartbeat sounds from the other side, her sharp ears catching the argunt happening outside.
“I want this room. I don’t care if soone has a reservation; just tell the amount, and I’ll triple it,” the woman muttered in a proud, condescending tone, looking down at the waitress with a frown.
Marissa felt she was losing face in front of her guest. Today, she had planned to treat her friends at the famous underwater restaurant, but she forgot to make a reservation in ti and discovered it was sold out.
She had already promised to treat them and couldn’t go back on her word, or they might mock her behind her back. “Call that person out, this young miss wants this room, and I’m ready to pay.”
“Miss, please, it’s against our restaurant policy. Once a reservation has been made, the private room or seat is no longer available to the public. There is an open table downstairs; you can use that.” The waitress explained, her heart sinking when she noticed the other woman wouldn’t give up and insisted on entering this room.
“It’s embarrassing to be standing here. Did she make reservations for this outing?" one woman softly complained to the man next to her.
Unfortunately, her words reached Marissa’s ears, and she flushed with anger and sha. She couldn’t vent her anger on her friend, so she directed it at the person in the room.
No longer caring if she was being rude, she pushed the door open despite the waitress’s attempts to stop her.
The witness was pushed aside, her shoulder hitting the wall as she shouted for them to stop. “Madam, stop! I’m calling security!” Seeing that didn’t take her threats seriously, she quickly called for security and the manager to handle the situation.
Cyra’s expression turned cold at the woman’s rudeness; a flicker of killing intent surfaced, but Zane placed a hand over hers.
“Don’t let them taint our first date. I’ll handle this,” Zane whispered, and the uninvited guests froze in their tracks when their gaze fell on Cyra and Zane.
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