Mia's POV:

“I don't think a lot of people go on this kind of date,” Jackson said with false assurance.

I looked around at the crowd and tapped him. “Over there,” I said, jutting my chin. Jackson looked.

There, further behind from the crowd watching the screen was a couple. They sat on one chair, the woman in his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder, her hands wound around his neck.

“You were saying?” I asked, a victorious smirk on my face.

“I don't think a lot of ...