Ryan POV
The girl looked up at me with an apologetic smile that was pure sunshine and mild panic.
“I’m so sorry, really. Your clothes… are they okay? I can grab some napkins, or I can Venmo you for dry cleaning?”
“Don’t worry about it. Go eat.”
I could tell from one glance she wasn’t rolling in cash.
No point in making her feel worse.
I had closets full of shirts, and the hotel offered free laundry service anyway.
But the second she offered to send money, something shifted in my head.
Was that her way of fishing for my number?
“Okay. Thanks. Seriously, I’m really sorry.”
She still looked guilty as hell.
She’d caught my attention, though.
While I ate, I kept stealing glances. She never once looked back.
Fully locked in on her plate, focused as if the rest of the room didn’
