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“Your seat is in the back here, miss.”

“Oh, right!” I reply, following him to where Robert stands. He sees me frown a bit as I slide into the seat, placing my purse on the side.

“Something the matter?”

“No, I just noticed there’s a lot of people here. It’s a unique type of place,” I explain.

He glances at the menu, and for a moment, I struggle to figure out where to begin. There are so many things that I want to say, but I have no clue how to put them.

“Anyway . . . what do you recommend here.”

“I’m thinking about the lobster, myself.”

I look down at it and then at the price. Holy moly, that’s a lot of zeroes. I look back up, confused by his words.

“But that’s a lot of money and—”

“Don’t worry about it. I can pay for it.”

“I don’t want to be greedy or anything,” I insist. “I’ve never had food that expensive. “

“Then try it. It’s my treat. Do you drink?”

I shake my head. “Not really. I mean, I’m twenty-two, and I’ve had a few glasses of wine now and then, but—”

“Let me get something. I want you to try it,” he says.

This guy is crazy. First, he takes me here, and now he wants to feed me the most expensive food I’ve ever eaten.

“I’m not a charity case, Robert,” I insist.

“Never intended that.”

“So then, why are you—”

He places the menu down, lowering his gaze.

“Do youalwaysoverthink, Sara?”

I sit there, taking in his words. I mean, I tend to a lot, but that’s beside the point.

“I mean . . . kind of.”

He shakes his head and I think I glimpse a little grin on his face.

“Then stop thinking. Enjoy the moment. Don’t set yourself up to feel guilty. This is my treat. And Iwantto do this.”

“Right. Sure. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” he replies, the purr in his voice making me heat up. My stomach seems to unexpectedly contain a horde of butterflies.

The waiter appears and Robert orders for us like he comes here daily. The server nods and then disappears, leaving the two of us alone once more.

I rest my hands on the table, trying to figure out what to say. I don’t even know where to begin.

“I’m sorry if I’m quiet. It’s just overwhelming.”

“Take your time. I want to be here with you,” he admits.

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