Ethan's POV
We made our way back to the bar, still holding hands. The sunset had given way to a blanket of stars, and the beach club was now illuminated by strings of fairy lights and tiki torches. The vibe had shifted from lazy afternoon to vibrant evening.
"What'll it be this time?" I asked, signaling to the bartender.
Isabella tilted her head, considering. "Something with tequila. I'm feeling adventurous."
"Two Palomas," I told the bartender, who nodded and began mixing grapefruit juice with tequila.
"Good choice," Isabella said, leaning against the bar. "How did you know I love grapefruit?"
"Lucky guess," I replied with a smile. "Or maybe I'm psychic."
She laughed, the sound carrying over the music. "If you're psychic, tell me what I'm thinking right now."
I studied her face, p
