ZOE
The smell of toasted bread and grilled meat hit me as soon as I walked through the restaurant door, and my stomach growled in excitement because it was going to get real food that night. Esteban was already there, sitting at one of the tables by the window, with two glasses of soda and that smile that always seemed perfectly polished.
"Zoe, you're just in time." He greeted me, standing up and pulling out a chair for me as if we were on a low-budget romantic movie date.
"Sorry about the traffic," I lied. In reality, I had lingered outside for several minutes, hesitating whether to go in or not. It really wasn't honest to go out with someone just for a free meal, but my hunger was getting the better of me.
The restaurant had that warm, golden lighting that made everything look cozier
