HERMIONE
A seafood restaurant.
I scrunch my nose.
Aiden notices my expression. "They serve the best caviar recipes here," he says, his enthusiasm evident. "You're going to love it."
I roll my eyes. "I doubt I'll love anything you do. We're complete opposites."
"That's not true," Aiden counters. "I love myself, and you love me too – which means you inherently appreciate my taste, including this restaurant."
I lift the edge of my mouth in disdain and let out a dismissive tsk.
Aiden swerves the car into the driveway of the Mediterranean-themed restaurant, where a security guard directs him to park. He halts the car in one of the empty spaces marked by white lines. The parking lot is filled with exotic cars, reflecting the restaurant's upscale clientele.
Aiden steps out of the car
