A couple of hours later, after dropping Samantha off, Mia found herself in the quiet luxury of a private theater with Angelo. The service was outstanding, the atmosphere cozy—exactly the kind of experience most people would cherish.
She took a slow sip of her drink, her eyes absentmindedly glued to the screen. Of course, the movie was good, the food even better. But that didn’t stop her mind from drifting, no matter how she tried to push it away.
She turned slightly, glancing at Angelo beside her. He was clearly enjoying himself, laughing at some scenes, tossing popcorn into his mouth, and casually passing her some snacks. His energy was effortless and natural.
“Everything okay?” Angelo asked suddenly, his voice low as he stared at her in the dim light.
Mia blinked, then nodded quickly
