FIFTY SEVEN

Ruth's POV

As we walked to the restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Maybe this was the start of something new, something special.

We sat down at a cozy table by the window, and Alex took my hand again. "So, Ruth, tell me more about yourself," he said, his eyes sparkling with interest.

I smiled, feeling a sense of ease with him. "Well, I just started this new job, and I'm trying to move on from a pretty rough past relationship," I said, trying to keep it brief.

Alex nodded, his expression understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that. But I'm glad you're moving on. You deserve to be happy."

I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. "Thanks, Alex. That means a lot to me."

As we talked and laughed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with him. Maybe this was the start of something special.

But just as things were going great, my phone buzzed. I looked down to see a text from Vincent. "I know you're trying to move on, but I can't help how I feel. I lo