“True. But I’d rather be weird than boring.”
“Me too.” He lifted his glass of water. “Here’s to not being boring.”
“Toasting again,” she exclaimed, but picked up her own glass and clinked it against Elias’s. “To not being boring.”
Chapter Four
“Oh my God,” Mia said, leaning back in her chair with a groan of satisfaction and curling a hand over her stomach. “You weren’t exaggerating when you said the cheesecake was to die for, were you? My taste buds are doing a happy dance here.”
Elias’s eyes glinted and his dimples appeared. “That’s a relief—I thought you were going to do a runner when we first got here.”
Mia shot him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I’m—”
He held a hand up. “No need, Mia. Honestly. I’m just glad you stuck around and that you enjoyed the meal.”
She smiled. “Very mu
