The Prey

Calm the hell down, Sera. It was not like I hadn’t been on any dates. I haven’t, but it wasn’t a date, right? Because why would he want to take me out to eat? I shouldn’t dwell deeper, I knew. It shouldn’t matter. But it did. At some point, everything did. Even how he looked at me, or how his fingers would unapologetically brush against my hand.

I cleared my throat feeling overwhelmed for some reason and averted my eyes. This place was vast, elegant and expensive as hell. It took me almost ten minutes to decide what to order, but then I recalled that the man sitting...