Aria POV
Lunch with Ethan was supposed to be quick. That was the original plan.
But instead, two hours somehow disappeared.
We ended up at this small restaurant three blocks away from the office, the kind with dim hanging lights and overpriced pasta people only paid for because the aesthetic looked expensive.
Ethan claimed the place had “character.”
I claimed the chairs were trying to assassinate my spine.
“You complain like somebody’s angry aunt,” he informed me while stealing one of my fries.
“You just committed theft in front of me.” I pouted my lip.
“You weren’t eating them.” He tried justifying his actions.
“That’s not permission.”
“It spiritually felt like permission.”
I rolled my eyes, but another laugh slipped out anyway. And honestly? I needed this.
Needed something th
