(Sabrina’s POV)
The Meridian restaurant is nothing like I expected.
I was picturing something formal and intimidating—the kind of place where you need three different forks and everyone speaks in hushed tones.
But it's actually warm and inviting, with soft amber lighting and floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the ocean stretching endlessly into the darkness.
Jason is already there when I arrive, sitting at a table by the window.
He's changed into dark slacks and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and something about that casual confidence makes my stomach flip.
He stands when he sees me, and I'm suddenly hyperaware of the simple black dress I'm wearing—the only remotely nice thing I packed. It's three years old and probably out of style, but the way Ja
