Ethan focused on his meal, savoring the well-seasoned dish in front of him.
But of course, there had to be an exception.
Natalie Wren sat across from him, casually sliding in the seat as if they were old friends.
"I have to say, why pick this specific restaurant?" Natalie mused, propping her chin on one hand. "Are you here for business, or just sightseeing?"
Ethan kept his expression neutral, offering nothing in response.
He wasn't in the mood for idle chatter, and he especially wasn't in the mood to entertain someone who had forced themselves into his space.
Instead, he glanced at his plate and continued eating at his own pace, hoping she'd take the hint.
But she didn't.
Natalie leaned forward slightly, clearly not deterred by his silence. "You know, most people would kill to have a conversation with me. You're acting like I don't exist."
Ethan sighed inwardly. She was persistent.
"Waiter," he called, ignoring her entirely.
