LILA POV 

My heels click softly against the pavement as I step out, heart racing like I'm about to walk into battle... or a really intense scene in a romance movie.

The black car sits there like it owns the damn street. The windows are tinted blocking the views, and unpredictable, just like him. Ava stands by the door, watching me like a proud, hyped-up stage mom. I shoot her a nervous glance.

She winks. "Shoulders back. Tits up. You're not just going on a date, you're making history."

Making history indeed. I roll my eyes but do as she says.

The driver's door opens, and as expected Rafael steps...