Jules POV
The restaurant has cloth napkins, which is the first sign that I've made a mistake.
Tyler said dinner, casual, just to talk, and I said yes because I was tired and hungry and the diner doesn't feed me and Maya has been covering too many of my meals already. I told myself it wasn't a date. I put on the cleanest thing I owned that wasn't a uniform and told myself it was just food.
The maître d' seats us at a corner table with a candle on it, and I pick up the menu and see the prices, and I understand immediately and completely that Tyler Kane has been planning this for longer than the three days since he asked.
"You didn't have to do all this," I say, keeping my voice even.
"I wanted to." He settles into his chair with the ease of someone who eats at places like this regularly
