(Lucy’s POV)
“I didn’t know I’d find you here,” Ethan said, sliding his tray onto the table across from me. His grin was easy, disarming. “But I’m glad I did.”
I looked up from the plate I’d been picking at, fork dangling between my fingers. “I keep bumping into you, Ethan. I could swear you’re stalking me.”
He chuckled, sitting down. “Even a restraining order wouldn’t stop me.”
I laughed in spite of myself. “Wow. The combination of creepiness and confidence was truly impressive. Impressive.”
“Hey, I’ll take what I can get.”
He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You’re not eating anything. Not even the fries?”
I glanced down at the food, my stomach twisting. “I tried. Everything on this plate makes me feel like puking.”
His brow furrowed. “You good?”
“Yeah, just some stomach bu
