I looked over at Ellis, who was driving through the streets of Manhattan. Going out to dinner with him seemed a bit unusual, but I was starving.

“Okay, I’ll let you take me to dinner.” I agreed with a flat tone and ever-so-slightly noticed the corner of his lips curl up as if he was pleased.

“Great, I know the perfect place.”

My phone went off and I pulled it from my clutch to see my mother’s name. They must have stayed up waiting for me to return home.

I ...