Ethan's POV
The night air helped clear my head, though not as much as I would've liked with Hannah so close. We passed storefronts with warm glowing windows, our reflections walking in tandem across the glass.
Each time we passed under a streetlight, I caught glimpses of her profile, the way her hair caught the light, and found myself stealing glances when I thought she wasn't looking.
"You know," Hannah said, "this wasn't what I expected when you asked me out."
"No? What were you expecting?"
"I don't know. Something more pretentious, maybe? Given the whole art school owner thing."
I laughed. "Sorry to disappoint you. Next time, I'll hire a skywriter and rent out the entire restaurant."
"Please don't." She bumped my shoulder playfully. "This was perfect. Though I'm still mad about y
