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25: Andrew

Author: Aria Wilde
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-26 04:44:48

Riley’s POV

The restaurant Leo chose was tucked into a side street in Midtown—modern, moody, and elegant, the kind of place that made you feel expensive just by sitting down. He’d made a reservation under his name, and the hostess lit up like a Christmas tree the second he stepped inside. She tucked her hair behind her ears as she gestured for us to follow her.

She escorted us to a private booth near a window with a view of the city skyline. The lights outside shimmered, casting little diamonds across the glass. The waiter brought a bottle of wine without even asking, and Leo just winked at me when I raised an eyebrow.

“Do you come here often, Mr. Carter?” I teased, letting the weight of the evening ease off my shoulders as I slipped into the plush booth across from him.

“Only when I want to impress someone,” he said, loosening the collar of his crisp black shirt. “Is it working?”

I tilted my head, pretending to think. “Hmm. You did show up with flowers and chocolate. That’s at least
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