10. I'm good at hunting

NINA

I fidgeted with the hem of my sleeve, my nerves threatening to get the best of me as I waited for him. The diner was quieter at this hour, just the faint hum of the radio and the clatter of dishes from the kitchen filling the silence. My fingers curled around the damp rag I had been using to wipe the counter, but my attention remained on the entrance.

Waiting for him.

And, I didn’t think I’d be able to hold on to my impulsive idea anymore longer if he didn’t walk in just then. As if privy to my thoughts, he walked in.

As always, he moved with effortless confidence, his broad shoulders cutting through the space like he owned it.

I looked at the clock. It was still ten minutes to midnight. He was early.

I swallowed, pushing past the butterflies in my stomach as I forced myself to step forward. Just do it, Nina.

I could feel my heartbeat quicken, the same inexplicable pull I’d felt before. I had never really allowed myself to feel that way about anyone— but here I