Chapter 18

Two hours later,

Sophia found herself in a tucked-away rooftop café she didn't know existed. The place was all glass walls and soft music, with a view of the skyline that felt pulled out of a movie. It wasn't flashy. It was… gentle. Intentional.

Ethan stood as she arrived, pulling out her chair like a reflex.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi."

They sat.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. The silence wasn't awkward—it was thick with things unspoken.

"You chose this place?" she asked finally.

He nodded. "Figured you'd appreciate quiet over the usual power-lunch spots."

"I do," she said. "Thank you."

The waiter came and went, taking their orders. When they were alone again, Sophia met his eyes.

"Why did you say I don't remember you?"

Ethan looked down at his hands. "i wasn't being serious last night ."

"That's not an answer."