Chris's POV
I watched as Vivian walked away with Zeke. Something in me wanted to call out to her and stop her, but I didn't. I looked back at Sam, who was staring intently at me as if she were judging me. "Are you okay, Chris?"
I nodded, grabbing my glass and taking a long drink. "I'm fine. That was a weird exchange. Should we continue our date?"
She shrugged. "I'm actually not feeling too well. Can you walk me home?"
I looked around and signaled for the water to bring us our check. I didn't feel up to continuing our date, either. I just wanted to go home and rest. I felt a migraine coming on. Leaving Sam's company didn't sound appealing, though. "Did you want to come home with me?"
Sam smirked. "Not on the first date, silly. Maybe next time."
I blushed. "Not for that. I don't want to be away from you."
She patted my hand. "I know. I was playing with you. But no. I have some things to take care of at home."
The waiter came and brought us our check. I qu
