Aaron's POV
I saw her the moment she stepped into the dining areas of the hotel, and I signaled a waiter and told him to direct her to my table.
“Forgive my reservations but I don't really see this as 'private.'” She muttered as she slipped into her chair.
Yep. That was typical Amy. She was always complaining and moaning about stuff.
“It's better this way,” I replied. “Call it hiding in plain sight.”
She only shrugged. My eyes scanned over her casual shirt over blue jeans, and sneakers.
“I notice you didn't dress up like you're going out or hanging out or anything like that,” I commented.
She shot up an eyebrow.
“I should have dressed that way?”
“God! No!” I replied quickly and awkwardly. “It's just.. I told you to meet me here.” I waved. “…so I was thinking you'd think of it as
