Lena's POV
I chose a Korean restaurant in the East Village that Sophie had sent me three months ago with the message go here when you're back in New York and a string of food emojis. I had not told Sophie I was going with Adrian. She would find out eventually and have opinions and I wasn't ready for them yet.
He was on time. He looked at the restaurant and then at me.
"Sophie?" he said.
"How did you know?"
"Ethan mentioned she had strong feelings about Korean food."
I made a note to talk to Ethan about the volume of information moving through his conversations with Adrian.
We sat at a table near the back. The restaurant was louder than the places we'd been before — smaller, closer tables, the kind of room where other people's conversations were audible if you weren't having your own
