(Damian)
The table was small. Just the two of us. That was how I liked it. I didn’t need noise. I didn’t need distractions. Just her.
Alina sat across from me, turning her water glass slowly in her hand. Her eyes kept drifting to me, then away. She was thinking too much. I could tell.
"You’re quiet," I said.
She shrugged. "Just tired."
"From what? Walking around at my company? You're unhealthy."
Her eyes snapped to mine. "Careful, Damian. You don’t want to ruin this date before it even starts."
I smiled. There she was. "You’re right. I apologize."
She raised an eyebrow. "Did you just apologize again?"
"I did. Don’t get used to it."
The waiter came. We ordered. I didn’t care what I ate. I cared about what she said next.
"So," she said after the waiter left, "how many secrets do y
