Amelia’s POV
I had expected my first date with my fated mate would have shifted my entire worldview, helping me see new things from fresh perspectives, all angles filled with love. Instead, it was just… fine.
Ian was polite and kind. He opened the doors for me and took my arm as we entered the restaurant. Jake had already called with reservations, so the hostess led us to the best table in the house, the one near the windows that allowed us to look out at the people passing by on the street.
Unfortunately, that meant that my attention was claimed elsewhere several times.
This latest time, Ian cleared his throat, and I looked over at him.
He gave me a soft smile that was more hopeful than angry. “I hope I’m not boring you.”
“Not at all,” I said, which was the truth. I wasn’t bored, an
