Chapter 4

I turned to see Matthew walking into the restaurant in a sharp suit, a big smile on his face as he looked at me.

It had been over six months since I'd last seen him, and he still had that put-together look. His gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose, and those deep-set eyes were as striking as ever—like he'd just stepped out of an art gallery.

"Well, look who it is," Matthew said, and just like that, all his charm vanished, leaving only that punchable smirk on his face.

He strolled over and glanced at the four plates—two empty…