Table For Two - Eyes For One
It only takes one look to begin the game — and a second to lose yourself in it.
The sun held the coastline in a breathless grip. We stepped into the beach bar, drawn by the promise of shade, sea air, and the soft clatter of cutlery on whitewashed tables. It wasn’t loud, nor was it hidden — the kind of place that whispered comfort, not glamour. Christina led me to a table tucked beneath a sun-bleached parasol, her sunglasses perched on her head, still chatting about the morning’s walk along the sandy...
