Kim sat at the table by the window, her hands folded in her lap to keep them from fidgeting.
She'd arrived five minutes early, courtesy of the driver Ethan had sent. The restaurant was beautiful—elegant but not stuffy, with soft lighting that made everything feel warm and intimate.
She smoothed down her black dress for the third time and checked her phone.
6:58 PM.
He'd be here any minute.
Her phone buzzed with a text from Mia.
**Mia: How are you feeling? Nervous?**
**Kim: Terrified.**
**Mia: You're going to be great. Just be yourself.**
**Kim: What if myself is awkward and weird?**
**Mia: Then be awkward and weird. He asked you out, remember? He already knows who you are.**
Kim smiled despite her nerves.
**Kim: Okay. Wish me luck.**
**Mia: You don't need luck. But good luck anyway.**
Kim set her phone down just as she saw Ethan walk through the entrance.
Her breath caught.
