(Allison's POV)
It's been a week since I last saw Scott. After I left his company that day, I haven't seen him again, and I thought he had decided to take my words to heart. But why do I still wish he was following me around like he did in the past couple of days?
"What would you like to eat?" Stefan's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He invited me out to dinner, and I couldn't say no.
I smiled at him before picking up the menu on the table. "I'd love to have steaks."
Stefan called the waitress over, and we placed our orders.
"Are you okay?" Stefan asked, and I slowly turned to look at him.
"Why do you ask?" I said in a low voice, answering his question with a question.
"You look absentminded, Allison. You're here, but I feel like you're not. And beside that, you've been staring
