We left Ever Tower separately.
Augustus took the main entrance. I waited five minutes before heading to the quieter street where he'd arranged to collect me.
Professional distance, even after office hours.
Sensible, certainly.
Romantic? Debatable.
His Aston Martin waited beneath a streetlamp. When he spotted me, he put away his phone and opened the passenger door.
"Thank you," I said, settling inside.
He joined me and pulled into traffic.
"So, where are we going?"
"I thought we could walk along the river."
"Before dinner?"
"Possibly."
I turned toward him. "Possibly?"
"We can decide when we get there."
"Augustus Evans. Are you telling me you haven't made a reservation?"
"Correct."
"Should I call someone? Are you feeling unwell?"
He gave me a long-suffering look.
"I thought we could spend the evening together without a fixed schedule."
My heart swelled.
"This is historic. I'm having a plaque made."
"Please don't."
