Part One:
Michael Reese.
Hayden cleared his throat through the awkwardness, parking the car near a restaurant. Maybe he didn't feel the need to discuss what just happened, and I wasn't about to bother explaining myself.
I don't even know how to explain what happened.
“We’re here.”
I looked out of the window, studying the fancy place he took me to. “You don’t have to spend much to please me. I would’ve been fine with eating anything, you know.”
I felt uneasy that he took me to a fancy restaurant, knowing well the mere salary he gets from teaching. The apartment and the car aren’t his, for sure. The Fionna Alpha must’ve given them to him.
“I can afford it,” he mumbled with a shrug. “The food here is amazing, and the chef is my friend.”
“I’ll pay. Think of it as an apology for what I
