Aria's POV
I glanced around the restaurant as we settled in. Nearly 6 PM and the place was comfortably occupied - not packed, but with enough diners to create that pleasant background hum of conversation.
The moment we sat down, I realized something embarrassing.
"I need to wash my hands," I said, standing up abruptly. I'd been petting Snow right before we left and completely forgotten about it.
Aiden glanced up at me with those intense eyes. "Alright."
The restroom was all the way on the left side of the restaurant while our table was tucked into the far right corner. As I made my way across the dining room, I passed a small stage where a young woman played piano, her fingers dancing across the keys with practiced elegance. I paused briefly to listen, appreciating the soo
