♥ Aiden ♥
I had never been this nervous about ordering steak in my life. The restaurant was busy enough that no one would notice if I messed something up, but I still kept checking the reservation on my phone like it might disappear.
“Table for eight,” I reminded the hostess when she glanced at her screen. “Under Aiden Miller,”
“We have you,” she said. “Back corner, like you asked,” Perfect. I had picked the table in the corner on purpose. It made the whole thing feel more private, more ours. She led me through the restaurant, and the place smelled like grilled meat and herbs, with the low hum of people talking and cutlery clinking. Our table waited near the back window, already set with menus and glasses. “Can I bring you something while you wait?” she asked.
“Just water for now,” I
