Lila
Get a grip, Lila, I scolded myself, forcing a polite smile as the waitress who had interrupted us earlier stood there, blushing and flustered. She explained why she needed us to share our private dining room with a hot model.
The waitress finished her awkward explanation, and I managed to gather enough composure to glance over at Ethan, who was sitting across from me. He raised an eyebrow in mild amusement, his lips curving into a smirk.
"Well," he said, looking at me, "it’s your call, Lila. We can share the space if you’re okay with it."
I hesitated for a split second, but the truth was, I didn’t particularly want to be alone with Ethan for the entire lunch. He was sweet and all, but the idea of an extended one on one conversation felt exhausting. Sharing the space might actual
