She lifted her gaze to meet mine; she stared at me for a long while as if she was trying to figure out if I was being truthful or not.
“Really?” She finally asked.
“Yes,” I told her. “Besides, your father would kill me if I overstepped.”
She smirked and then shrugged.
“He is very protective,” she admitted. “I just don’t get where Ethan’s head has been at lately. He’s hard to read.”
“From what I remember, he’s always been like that,” I told her. “I wouldn’t take it to heart though, Irene. He loves you and wants to be with you. He chose you.”
She seemed to have relaxed because she finally smiled, a genuine smile, and then she nodded.
The waitress gave us our meals and we talked mindlessly as we ate. I felt a bit hollow since the conversation though; I didn’t like lying to her a
