Playful Tease

The car ride to High Street was filled with Angel's pointed silence and Matthew's amused glances. Every time he caught her peeking at him from the corner of her eye, she quickly looked away, pretending to be absorbed in her phone.

Matthew smirked. This is way too easy.

As they pulled up to Texas Roadhouse, the smell of freshly baked bread and grilled steaks filled the air. It was just past noon, and the place was already bustling with office workers on their lunch break, businessmen in suits, and groups of friends catching up over large portions of ribs and burgers.

The hostess immediately recognized Matthew. "Mr. Borja, welcome back! Your usual table?"

Matthew nodded. "Yes. And bring us a basket of rolls right away."

Angel glanced at him as they followed the hostess. "You come here often?"

"Best steak in BGC," Matthew said as they slid into their booth. "And their cinnamon butter rolls are worth the trip alone."