Nara
We go to a lovely restaurant and order food. He got a steak, and I got pasta.
We eat quietly, with Kian giving me bites of his food, and I don't protest or refuse since it looks and tastes good.
I push my plate away, too full to continue, "You didn't eat much," he says.
"I'm full. I should use the loo," I say, getting up. I use the bathroom, but on my way back to our table, someone grabs my wrist, and I turn abruptly to see who it is. It's Lorenzo. He smiles at me, his charming smile.
"Ciao bella," he says, kissing my cheek.
"Hello," I say, glancing back at the table where Kian is seated, now absorbed in his phone. If he sees Lorenzo, this restaurant will feel too small for all of us.
"Ready to go?" Lorenzo asks, and I furrow my brows in confusion.
"Go where?
