Maya
He drove us to a small restaurant I hadn’t even known existed. How did he find this place? It was small, quiet, perfect — the kind of spot that could pass for a romantic dinner date if this were real. But it wasn’t.
And that made me wonder why he’d chosen somewhere so secluded instead of vying for publicity. I mean, that was the whole point of this… wasn’t it?
He rested a hand on my lower back as we walked in, waving at the waiter behind the counter. I forced a smile. This was weird.
“You’ve been here before?” I asked.
He hummed, pulling out a seat for me. I sat, watching as he lowered himself opposite me. His green eyes searched mine for a second before he picked up the menu from the table.
“Actually, yeah. This is where I eat out most times,” he muttered.
I raised a brow, gla
