Third Person's POV
Since Aria was the reason Ramon had to endure Ralph's home cooking at his place, she'd offered to treat him to a nice meal to make amends.
Little did she expect he would deliberately track down a restaurant with even more "creative" fusion abominations than Ralph's!
"You know what? I think I just saw a really nice Italian place downstairs a minute ago," Aria suggested, offering a tight, forced smile. "Shall we..."
"Well, I'm actually fine with these dishes," Ramon interjected casually, resting his chin on his palm while his golden eyes sparkled with amusement. "But if you don't like it, I'm okay to switch..."
"Fine, I like it too. Let's order!" Aria gave up with a bitter laugh.
Ramon was practically the perfect Alpha—except for the fact that he was a little bit pet
