Georgia's POV
We ended up actually eating inside the fast-food chain instead of just grabbing takeout.
Nick told me to grab us a table while he went to order. I picked a spot by the window, watching him as he joined the line at the counter. The sight made me smile without meaning to.
This man, tall, striking, and so out of place in the harsh fluorescent lights of a fast-food joint, was waiting patiently like everyone else. Unlike in his office, where he orders everyone else around.
He didn't belong there. And maybe that's exactly why my chest felt warm. Because he chose to be here—with me. A man who could have taken me anywhere, yet he was standing there ordering burgers just because I said I wanted one. The thought made me feel… special. Treasured.
