As Darren approached the secluded corner booth that had been stylishly tucked beneath cascading purple wisteria, Ava pulled her oversized Chanel sunglasses down the bridge of her nose.
Her striking blue eyes sparkled, giving him this playful, amused gleam that made him smile.
"I assume this fashion choice is to hide from the press," Darren said, sliding into the plush, curved booth opposite her, "but you only exactly like a movie star trying to hide from the press."
Ava laughed, a bright, melodic sound that instantly drew the subtle attention of a few nearby tables. She slipped the sunglasses off completely and placed them next to her wide-brimmed sun hat.
"Is that a compliment, Darren?" she asked.
"Ah. Me? Make compliments?" he shook his head. "Never."
