Ethan's POV
I settled into my favorite spot on the balcony, the city lights spreading out below like scattered jewels. The coffee steamed in my hand, its rich aroma mixing with the crisp evening air.
My thumb hovered over Stella's contact, but I scrolled past it, landing on Hannah's name instead. That cream dress from the cafe flashed through my mind.
"What the hell." I typed out a quick message.
Me: Evening, art enthusiast.
The response came faster than expected.
Hannah: Mr. Ethan. Can't stay away?
My lips curved into a smile as I hit the call button. The phone rang twice before her voice came through.
"Bold move," she said, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"I'm a bold guy." I took a sip of coffee. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone on a night like this?"
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