Aria’s POV
I sat at a table, two spots away from where Mia and her date were seated, pretending to scroll through my phone while keeping my ears open for their conversation.
So far, the guy seemed decent—confident, well-mannered, and with a thick Australian accent that made him sound even more charming. Mia was smiling a lot, nodding occasionally, and then out of nowhere, she burst into laughter when he showed something on his phone to her.
But that laughter sounded so fake.
My eyes darted toward her, and just as I had suspected, she casually ran a hand through her hair—our secret sign that meant Get me out of here.
I bit my lower lip to suppress a chuckle before rising from my seat and heading outside. The cool afternoon breeze brushed against my skin as I stepped into the parking l
