Chapter Eighty-Seven: Easy

The restaurant was empty, with only the chef present. The lighting was dim; the majority of the space was only lit by candlelight and the kitchen lights.

The key point for the ‘date’ was 'public space' as in, not to be isolated with him, but I guess he found a way around it. It’s my fault for forgetting such a loophole.

Matteo steps in front of me and pulls my seat, but I hesitate. Is this normal? Is this how most people act with their crazy exes? Do they just give in to demands thrown at them?

"Sit."

He says impatiently.

Seriously, what's the point of pulling my seat if that's his tone? There is no way I can mistake him for chivalrous anyway.

Still, let's finish this quickly.

After settling on the seat, he sits opposite me.

There is no menu; the moment I sit, the chef brings the first meal. It's obvious how much thought he's put into this ‘date’, but as if this is an unmatched blind date, only the sound of our cutlery echoes. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I.

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