Chapter8:

Alina:   He wore a steel grey suit with a royal blue shirt underneath that made his eyes stand out. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he looked just out of a fashion magazine kind of gorgeous. His lips were formed in a mischievous smirk, and his eyes were sparkling with excitement. He hasn’t shifted his eyes from me since the instant I walked into the room. How on Earth did he get here? “Is something wrong?” someone’s voice cut through my trance. I looked towards the person to see that it was the restaurant manager, Mr. Davis. Ryan was waiting for me to have a seat, and I didn’t even realize I was staring back at Erick from the moment I walked in. We were like two different poles of a magnet drawn to each other. “Nothing, sorry.” I apologized and sat down on the chair which just so happened to be right next to Erick. Everyone got down to business as soon as we were seated. Our hosts had already ordered wine, so I took a small sip from my glass. It felt weird drinking on an empty