Aziza continued

Darcy could hardly contain his excitement despite the grey clouds overhead. At least tomorrow was supposed to be bright, sunny and warm, even hot. He knew exactly where to go, provided they were open for lunch early in the week, which he assumed they would be. The next challenge was finding the phone number of the place. He knew where it was, he could even see it in his mind, but the name escaped him. He waited a few hours before contacting the restaurant. By mid-morning, he had booked his table of choice, right at the front on the upstairs undercover balcony that overlooked the beach. He knew from personal experience that the restaurant was beachside chic in its appearance: stylishly understated but still charismatic. As soon he had the booking confirmation Darcy sent the details to Margot. He had been rained off for the day by lunchtime, and he sat in his home office, aimlessly ploughing through some admin when her text arrived.

Margot: Fantastic. I'm so excited, ty for organising. I look forward to seeing you.