Zayne’s POV
“Yes please”
“I will reserve the dessert, Miss Daleman,” I stated, cutting off the need for the waiter to offer the menu. I did not want her to retreat into the safety of reading a list of offerings.
I caught the eye of the waiter hovering nearby, a silent signal that he was needed. He moved to our table with the practiced swiftness of the highly trained staff.
“We will have the Dark Chocolate Lava Cake for two,” I instructed the waiter, my gaze fixed entirely on Sky. “And two espresso shots.”
Sky’s eyes widened slightly, her surprise evident. She opened her mouth, clearly ready to protest the shared dessert, the unspoken intimacy of the suggestion.
I spoke before she could utter a single word of dissent. “It is their signature offering,” I explained, my tone reasonable
