Lina's POV
I agreed to dinner.
Goddess help me, I agreed.
He'd chosen The Black Olive—the upscale Western restaurant we used to frequent when we were together. When I'd been naive enough to think we had a future.
The moment I walked in, a piano melody wrapped around me. *Kiss the Rain.* The first piece I'd ever learned to play.
A few notes were different, though. Jasper had modified them years ago.
We'd played it together the night we'd made our relationship official. Four hands on the keys, summer romance thick in the air.
*Still not letting go, are you?* I thought with a mental sigh.
I walked to his table and sat down without ceremony. No softness. No nostalgia in my expression.
"I already ordered," Jasper said, attempting a smile. "All your favorites."
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