Ethan
I nervously shifted my weight from leg to leg as I waited outside the restaurant. It was a friday night, the London streets were hectically busy and I could see the paparazzi in the distant snapping pictures whilst trying not to look obvious. It was not everyday you saw me downtown, out of the office or without my daughter.
Especially since Belli, my schedule was just centred around her my own personal life had pretty much become nonexistent. I knew it must have looked weird that I was waiting outside whilst holding a large bouquet of roses. My security was on high alert whilst I eagerly looked out for Demyan's car.
Eventually a dark grey Rolls Royce pulled up. I gulped, cleared my throat and stood tall as the engine was cut off. Seconds later the driver's door opened and Demyan came out with a bright smile. His blonde hair had been brushed back into a low ponytail, he wore a white shirt with a knitted cardigan over it, black jeans and combat boots.
