THIRD PERSON'S POV Zara had already arrived at the small, cozy Italian restaurant when Ethan pulled up. She waved at him, a wide grin on her face.“Finally,” she called as he stepped out of the car. “I thought you’d bail on me!”Ethan smirked, adjusting his jacket. “And miss the chance to watch you pretend you’re fancy? Never.”She laughed, rolling her eyes, and led the way inside. The restaurant smelled of fresh bread, garlic, and simmering tomato sauce, a comforting, warm aroma that immediately relaxed her.They were seated at a small table by the window. Candles flickered softly between them, casting gentle shadows across Ethan’s face.“So,” she began, leaning back in her chair, “how does it feel to finally have me all to yourself for dinner?”Ethan raised an eyebrow, amused. “It’s… intimidating,” he said, feigning seriousness. “You’re quite the handful.”“Ha! Me? A handful?” She tilted her head, pretending to be shocked. “I’m sweet, charming, and incredibly easy to deal with.”E
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