NATHAN’S POV
“What would you like to order?” the waiter asked as she glanced at us expectantly, a small notepad in her hands.
Alastair, seated across me, was typing something on her phone while pretending to read what’s on the menu.
Halfway through the competition, she slipped off of one of the bars and nearly fell off. Of course being the gentleman that I am, I immediately came to her rescue, not even thinking about the fact that she’s a literal demon. She pulled me by the collar, gave me a quick kiss, and when she was certain that I was now disoriented, pushed me off of the same bar that I have saved her in.
Now normally, I would’ve let her be. But after I called her a cheater a couple of times and acted pissed the rest of the day, she agreed on treating me out for dinner for being a
