Both he and his car drew too much attention. The moment the car came to a stop, people nearby started staring. Some young women whispered and giggled, while a few men openly took photos of the car, their eyes filled with envy. The noise and attention felt unnecessary, almost suffocating.
"Tacky," I muttered under my breath as I stepped out.
I glanced around the area, taking in the bright lights and crowded streets. "What are you planning to eat?" I asked, my tone flat.
Nick leaned against the car casually, a faint smirk on his lips. "You decide."
I scanned the row of restaurants nearby. Most were crowded, loud, and filled with people who would keep staring. Without thinking too much, I walked into a French restaurant. It was quieter, more private, and away from unnecessary eyes.
Nick followed behind me, his voice teasing. "Scarlett, I didn't expect you to be this romantic."
I ignored him and walked straight inside. The staff greeted us politely, leading us to a table.
