Early the next day, after breakfast at ho with the entire family and a discreet mont of fun with Daisy, Jason got into his car and drove off to et his date, whom he had encountered on a dating app. She was a MILF in her early thirties, thirty one to be exact. Her na was Layla, and she possessed a beauty that stood confidently on its own, one Jason had no intention of missing.
Since it was Monday, his schedule was completely clear. His phone remained quiet, free from the constant calls and ssages from business partners and investors, which granted him a rare sense of calm for the day.
To give Layla a proper welco, Jason chose to host the date at one of his own café branches located downtown. He did not ntion that he was the owner, but he had already arranged for the place to be entirely empty so the two of them could enjoy a private and romantic atmosphere.
Honestly, his collection of beautiful MILFs was progressing rather smoothly.
[Conquered MILFs: 67]
The number was not especially impressive to him, but he still considered it a respectable milestone and remained committed to reaching his goal of one hundred won.
"Sixty seven is a solid number," Jason muttered to himself as he arrived at his destination.
He parked the car in a secure spot, effortlessly drawing attention from won nearby, both young and old. It felt as though the god of charm himself had descended from a golden steed.
Jason glanced at his reflection in the car window, admiring his fashion sense with clear satisfaction. A smirk ford on his lips as he headed toward the entrance of the enormous café, a place so grand it could easily be mistaken for a superstore. It was undeniably the largest and most expensive café in the city.
’Perhaps I chose a good na for this... Classy Café. That does sound fitting.’
Jason stepped through the glass doors, and the noise of the street vanished at once. The café opened before him in wide, clean lines, with polished floors and tall windows that allowed daylight to settle gently across the room. The atmosphere felt calm rather than loud, composed instead of overwhelming. Soft music played at a restrained volu that allowed conversation, while the scent of fresh coffee blended with pastries that had only recently left the ovens.
A waitress approached him almost imdiately. She wore the café’s uniform, a fitted cream blouse tucked neatly into a dark skirt, her hair secured with deliberate care. A badge rested on her chest, depicting a kettle pouring coffee into a cup.
"Good morning, sir. Welco," she said with a bright smile.
Jason returned the smile and inclined his head slightly in acknowledgnt.
"Good morning. I am eting soone."
"Yes, sir. She arrived earlier. Please follow ."
She guided him across the floor with asured steps. As they moved deeper inside, Jason noted the absence of other guests, exactly as he had arranged. Chairs remained perfectly aligned around unused tables, untouched and orderly.
’Good.’
Layla sat near the far window with her hands folded neatly on the table and her shoulders held still, as though she feared disturbing the space around her. She wore a soft blue dress that fell modestly, elegant without effort. Her brown hair rested over her shoulders in loose waves that frad her face. A trace of tension lingered in her posture, suggesting she was unaccustod to settings like this. Her gaze wandered across the café, taking in the height of the ceiling and the refined décor, which carried the quiet grandeur of an imperial hall.
When she noticed Jason approaching, her movents slowed. Relief crossed her face before she caught herself and settled into a calr expression. Her lips curved into a shy smile, and she straightened slightly, as if reminding herself to breathe normally.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hi, Layla," Jason answered warmly. "I am glad you ca."
She glanced down for a brief mont before lifting her eyes to et his again.
"I was not sure if I arrived too early. This place is impressive."
"I wanted it to feel comfortable," he said as he took the seat opposite her. "Crowded places make conversation difficult."
"That makes sense," she replied, her hands loosening as she spoke. "I kept thinking I walked into the wrong building."
"You did not," he said with a faint smile. "You are exactly where you should be."
The waitress returned and placed the nus on the table without interrupting their exchange.
"May I bring sothing to start with?"
Jason did not open the nu.
"Please bring the house blend coffee and the pastry selection we discussed earlier. Two settings."
The waitress acknowledged the order and stepped away, leaving them alone again. Layla followed her with her eyes, curiosity flickering across her expression.
"You sound very sure of what is good here," she said.
"I prefer to choose carefully," Jason replied. "Especially when soone else is involved. Besides, this is not my first ti here."
Her smile widened slightly.
"That is reassuring."
A brief silence followed, though it felt natural rather than strained. Layla glanced around once more before returning her attention to him.
"I was nervous before you arrived," she admitted. "I have never been on a date in a place like this. It feels like sothing from a film."
"I promise it is still real," Jason said gently. "And you do not need to impress anyone. I asked you here because I wanted to et you, not the setting."
She released a small breath and laughed quietly.
"Hm. You make it sound easy."
"It usually becos easier once people start talking," he said. "Tell about your morning."
She eased into the conversation, speaking about her drive, about nearly turning back when she saw the building, and about reminding herself that she had agreed to this for a reason. Jason listened without interruption, responding with thoughtful remarks that showed attention rather than impatience. His manner remained steady, his words asured and sincere, which allowed her to settle into her own rhythm without pressure.
The waitress returned with their order, placing the cups and plates neatly before them. The pastries were delicate and carefully arranged, inviting tasting rather than excess. Layla hesitated before reaching for one, then glanced at Jason.
"Go ahead," he said. "They taste better when shared. Haha."
She smiled and chose one, her movents careful, as though afraid to disturb sothing fragile.
"This is wonderful," she said after a bite. "I did not expect it to be so light."
"Good food should never feel overwhelming," Jason replied smoothly.
She studied him with renewed interest.
"Hm. Alright."
They spoke with ease after that, touching on simple preferences, professional routines, and small choices that revealed character without forcing closeness. Layla ntioned her fondness for quiet evenings and her tendency to overthink situations long before they unfolded. Jason revealed just enough of himself to sustain her interest, offering insight without turning the exchange into a display. He treated her thoughts with care, answering in a way that made her feel acknowledged rather than evaluated.
As ti passed, her initial rigidity dissolved. She leaned back with greater comfort, her hands no longer clasped together, and her laughter surfaced more frequently.
Eventually, Jason glanced toward the window before returning his attention to her.
"I have enjoyed this conversation," he said. "But I wonder if you would like to continue it sowhere else."
She blinked, surprised but not unsettled.
"Sowhere else?"
"Yes," he said, extending his hand across the table with his palm open. "A place more suited for just the two of us. No expectations. Only choice."
Layla studied his hand, then lifted her gaze to his face. Hesitation returned for a brief mont, followed by a soft smile that carried both nerves and anticipation. She placed her hand in his without haste.
"I would like that..."
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