We leave the restaurant just as local news shows up outside the building. Ducking inside Eric’s car, my heel breaks and I nearly fall.
Eric catches me by my arm. I look up at him and he grins. “You need better shoes,” he says referring to the time my heel broke when I modeled by design outfit. That feels like forever ago.
A flash from a camera jolts us back to the present. Eric helps me inside the car and as we skirt out of the parking spot, I seethe.
“They ruined our date!” I yell, referring to whoever called the media on us. Eric side eyes me.
“Who said it was ruined?” He asks, causing me to shut up. “I have a date with the most beautiful girl in the world, you think I’m going to let a couple of reporters get in the way of that?” He says
and I don’t answer. I don’t need to.
Eric pi
