ANYTA’S POV
Two minutes after we sat down, I turned my attention to the expensive looking room, as my date shifted in his chair.
“Do you like it?”
I paused my appraisal of the well decorated, prettily-lit restaurant, and gave Jamie a small smile.
“Yeah, it's really nice.”
“Whew,” he chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It's my favourite place, but I realize now that I probably should've asked if you wanted to go somewhere else? Perhaps your favourite place?”
“No,” I shook my head. “This is fine, don't worry.”
Nervous silence stretched between us, and I inwardly wished a waiter would come over and break it.
Jamie was sitting across from me, the sleeves of his crisp, navy-blue shirt rolled up to expose another expensive looking watch.
Laura was right. The man looked rich. N
