Asa's POV

Something was off about Eliana ever since we arrived on our date.

I noticed it the moment we sat down. She wasn’t smiling the way she usually did— that quiet warmth she carried seemed to be gone, replaced with a silence that pressed between us like glass. Her fingers toyed with the edge of her napkin as she gazed absentmindedly into the distant with her stiff posture.

She’d been like that all evening. Distant and cold.

When the waiter poured wine into our glasses, she ...