Eva's POV
The city bleed into smeared streaks as Mark's car slices through the evening traffic.
I stare out the window,a coiled serpent of apprehension tightening in my gut despite the plush hum of the engine.
He had offered to pick me up.I can't Aaron had tried that.Right where Mark and Maya could have been watching?
The thought of another moment trapped in his suffocating orbit was enough to make me politely decline.
Mark,is a necessary distraction.His easy conversation about filming and logistics keeps my mind from spiraling.
I try to engage him as he asks me questions while keeping my thoughts of Aaron at bay.
The car pulls up to a sleek,modern restaurant,its facade a tasteful symphony of dark wood and subtle lighting.
Valets move with the practiced grace of a
