Tyler beckoned me to have lunch with him alone because, according to his words, he gravely missed me for over five hours.

            For a damn five freaking hours!

            ‘He’s just overreacting,’ I thought.

            It’s already a bit late for lunch. Two in the afternoon seems a good hour to combine lunch and snack at one mealtime.

            As soon as my ass rested on the chair, Tyler asked for the menu as I surveyed the place. We chose the table on the second floor since we have a nice view at Times Square.

            “Is this your first time in Red Lobster?” He asked as he flipped through the pages.

            “Yes,” I...