Luka's POV
When dinner arrived, brought by room service on covered plates, the tension eased slightly. The dinner came with drinks and a bottle of champagne. Cassandra instantly went for the champagne, acting way too eager for someone who'd just come from a bar.
It could just be that she had a high tolerance for alcohol. Then again, why waste good alcohol?
Having something to focus on besides the awkwardness certainly helped. We ate mostly in silence at first, until Cassandra started talking about movies she'd seen recently.
"Have you seen that new thriller everyone's talking about?" she asked, her words slightly slurred. "The one with the unreliable narrator?"
"I don't get to the movies much," I admitted. "I'm usually too busy with work."
"You should make time," she suggested, rea
