Ariana’s POV
I blinked at him, caught between surprise and amusement. “Runaway? I was having lunch, not plotting an escape.”
“Lunch that required you to vanish for hours without replying to a single text?” he countered, his tone light but his eyes sharp.
Before I could reply, Harper leaned forward with her elbows on the table. “If this is what being engaged looks like, I’m staying single forever. I can barely manage replying to work emails.”
Zack let out a short laugh while I glared at her. “You’re not helping,” I muttered.
She shrugged. “I’m not trying to help. I’m providing entertainment.”
I turned back to Zack, still bewildered. “Seriously though, how did you even know I was here? I didn’t tell you.”
He leaned closer, resting one arm on the back of my chair. “Cameras, sweetheart.
