Larissa's POV
For a while, neither of us said anything – the only sounds being the clinging of cutlery and the soft background music floating all around us.
“This is weird.” I said finally, setting down my fork.
“Is there something wrong with your food?” Brayden asked, looking up from his plate with a raised brow.
“No.” I shook my head. “The food’s good – great, really. It’s just… this. ‘Us’. It’s weird.”
“It’s only weird if you make it weird.” He said. “So just be chill about it and do what you’d normally do on a date. Eat food and ask questions.”
I nodded. “So… How’s work?”
“Really, Larissa.” Brayden scoffed, raising a brow. “‘How’s work?’ Is your small talk game really that bad?”
“Hey, don’t blame me. I haven’t done this whole date thing in ages, and for the better part of this
