~Isabel~
"Which university did you graduate from?" I asked as we drove.
I kept my voice casual and glanced over at his profile. He had that jawline with just a hint of morning stubble, like he’d been too busy thinking about other things to bother shaving properly.
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He looked at me with a flash of real amusement, his eyes glinted with mischief that made my stomach flip upside down.
"What’s funny?" I asked frowning. "Is it a secret? Did you do your whole degree in a basement somewhere?"
"Nothing." He tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, his watch caught the sun and glinted like a tiny mirror. "I’m just thinking… maybe you’re finally interested in me. Did that flirty waitress give you a wake-up
