Aria’s POV
I pushed my lunch around my plate, barely registering the half-eaten salad in front of me. My mind was still stuck on last night. Dinner with Liam hadn’t been what I expected—not by a long shot.
“Okay, spill,” Isabella said, sliding into the seat across from me in the cafe. “You’ve been off all morning. What’s going on?”
I hesitated, unsure how to even begin explaining. “I had dinner with Liam last night,” I admitted, glancing up at her. “And it was… nice.”
Isabella’s eyebrows shot up. “Nice? Nice how? Like ‘nice, we’re finally talking like adults,’ or ‘nice, we might be more than co-parents’?”
I sighed, shaking my head. “It wasn’t tense, you know? I went in bracing myself for the usual—awkward silences, polite but distant conversation—but it wasn’t like that. He was… diffe
