Ethan’s POV
The soft clinking of silverware against plates echoed faintly in the quiet restaurant, blending seamlessly with the soothing hum of background music.
I leaned back in my chair, studying Emily. She seemed more flustered than usual, her eyes flicking away whenever our gazes met.
I couldn’t tell if she was just shy, or if there was something deeper beneath her calm exterior. Whatever it was, it intrigued me. I’d always felt a pull toward her, but today it seemed stronger than ever.
I tried to focus on the conversation we were having, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the simple fact that we were finally having lunch together.
Something I’d wanted for far too long, yet had never allowed myself to pursue. For months—maybe even years—I’d been too wrapped up in the chaos o
