Xavier and Amira almost fought about who ought to pay at the café. Alexander who knew Amira more had been about to take her card when Xavier snatched it from his hand and gave him his.
“I can pay,” she told him in a strained voice.
“I know you can,” he said rather softly, “But I want to offer you the world. So, what is a cup of tea and two slices of cake?”
“Xavier,” she hissed at him.
“Amira,” he said in a fake sweet tone. “You can argue all you want. You’re not paying.”
She exited the café but not before cursing at overly protective men who didn’t know when enough was enough.
“How about we go to Savanna?” Xavier suggested after he followed her out. Savanna was a fancy restaurant of whom the owner was a friend of his. He didn’t need to have reservations.
Amira rolled her ey
