I looked between the waiter and Ethan, wondering what could be causing Ethan’s tense reaction.

The lady’s expression was indifferent as she asked, “What would the cute couple like for lunch?” She pulled out her notepad and poised a pen over it.

“Grilled chicken wrap,” I said, looking at Ethan, hoping he would say something. But he seemed lost in thought.

“Ethan,” I called softly.

“Yes?” he replied, looking at me and then at the waiter. I noticed he tensed again when he saw her face. I wondered who she was and why she affected him so much.

“Turkey and cheese sandwich,” Ethan finally said.

The lady wrote down our...