Ethan's POV
I pulled into the mall parking structure, the LED lights casting their sterile glow across rows of vehicles. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving behind that peculiar twilight darkness that made everything look like a noir film set.
My phone pinged with Stella's message: "By the main entrance. Don't keep a lady waiting."
I spotted her silhouette against the glass doors, her hair catching the mall's interior lights. She wore a casual outfit that somehow managed to look runway-ready. She was dressed in black jeans that hugged her figure and an oversized sweater draped elegantly over her shoulders, the kind of effortlessly chic ensemble you only see in fashion magazines.
My steps quickened as I approached her. The no-touching rule was becoming more torturou
