Chapter Twenty-two
MIGUEL'S POV ~ As we stepped out of the restaurant, Mariam yanked her arm free from my grasp, her face flushed with embarrassment. So, she does know how to feel embarrassed, I thought with a smirk. This was our first time having lunch together, and her behavior had been like we were old friends - carefree and unguarded. I liked that about her, the way she was herself without pretenses. Most girls I'd met would've been putting on a show, trying to impress me. But Mariam was different. Still, asking for a discount in a restaurant? That was a new level of...unapologetic. I wasn't sure if I should be amused or appalled. ''You didn't have to do that,'' she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I raised an eyebrow, ''Do what? Pay the bill?'' She nodded, looking down at her feet. ''Yeah,
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