The invitation

James POV

I notice how low-class Mia really is. In this fancy restaurant, all she could order was tea, such a local drink that is drank by poor people like her. I could see it on her face that she was shy as she was ordering it. But I just let that slide. I would rather not embarrass her because that meant I would end up embarrassing myself since I was a public figure. Almost all the people knew me.

I needed to keep the impression that I am a gentleman. I mean, she had believed I was one since the day we met.

“Shall we go now?” I asked her when we were done with our drinks. I badly wanted her to spend this night with me, I was tired of pretending already, I needed to be done with her. This was the longest time I had spent with a woman without touching her, and I was tired of it.

“Yes sure.” She says as she gets up from her seat. I lead the way, and she follows me from behind. This was the first time I had taken a girl out for coffee ever since my break-up. Maybe Mia was special in so