Celeste's POV
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9:00 AM, Moonwood Pavilion Restaurant
It's got to be at least five minutes since we sat here.
The restaurant was almost empty at this time—save for the staff and a group of three girls ordering from the counter.
I scratched the back of my head, blinking awkwardly at the clear glass wall beside our table. Morning sunrays illuminated our table and the two cocktail glasses.
Silas called them appetisers. To me, they were objects I gazed hard at hoping this silence would end.
Was the guy doing it on purpose?
He's done nothing but stare at me anytime I occasionally take a sip from my drink. And gods, those hazel eyes were more intense than most would give credit.
'I should say something,' I thought to myself, shakily grabbing my straw while keeping my head lowered. 'This is so embarrassing. Isn't a man supposed to lead the conversation during a first date? He's even more vocal in other meetings.'
