ISABELLA

The drive to the diner was quiet, too quiet for comfort. I'd glance at him when his concentration was on the road, and I wondered what was going on in that head of his, then quickly look away because I didn't want him to catch me staring.

God, I had missed him so much. I didn't realize how much I had missed him till this moment, with him being in my space and me pretending not to like it.

We got to an open bar that sat at the end of a street, facing a small river. The sun was setting slowly, casting a golden glow on the water...