AMAYAH’s POV:
Dad creased his brows when he saw me holding my forehead; he stood up abruptly. I winced as the noise of the chair caught the attention of other guests in the restaurant.
"What happened to your forehead? Why do you have a bump?" Concern was evident on his face. I shook my head, signaling that I was okay.
"It's nothing, just my own stupidity. I wasn't looking at the door, Dad," I confessed. I followed his gaze towards Kalex, who was approaching our place.
"Come on, Dad, I'm fine. It's nothing," I reassured him, pulling him away. His gaze lingered on Kalex, still heated. I was grateful when he finally followed me. My mom just smiled warmly.
Since our chairs faced each other, I had no choice but to sit beside Kalex. I discreetly placed my small sling bag between us, creat
