Clara
The drive to that place already felt special… but I didn't understand why.
There was something about Ethan. I couldn't explain it exactly, but from the moment we left my mom's house, I felt him… different. More attentive, yes. But also more… present. As if every little gesture was calculated. As if nothing was accidental. And that… made me think. But not enough to suspect what was really going on.
When the car stops in front of the restaurant, my eyes widen a little more than usual.
The place is… beautiful. It's not ostentatious, not over the top, but it has that quiet elegance that I like. Warm lighting, wood, subtle details, well-arranged tables… everything feels intimate, carefully curated.
"Wow…" I murmur as I get out of the car. "I thought it would be something more ca
