Alex’s POV
I arrived at the restaurant and scanned the room, searching for the girl in the picture my father had sent me. My eyes landed on her almost instantly.
She was seated near the window, the golden glow of the evening light brushing against her face. Up close, she was even more striking, soft curls framing her face, eyes sharp yet warm. If I were into girls, she would’ve been my type. But I wasn’t. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately I was gay.
Still, I walked over to her table.
“Hi, I’m Alex,” I said, offering a polite smile.
She smiled back and gestured to the empty chair across from her. I slid into the seat.
“I’m Lisa,” she said smoothly, her voice calm but carrying a kind of confidence that instantly put me on guard. “Would you like to order something to eat?”
“No, I’m fi
