[Diana's P.O.V.]
I was on my way to the Japanese restaurant in the hotel where Patrick and I were supposed to meet.
Until yesterday, that jerk of an ex-boyfriend was still texting me to get back together. But how the f*ck would that even be possible? Jefferson was such a jerk that I kind of regretted not yelling at him when we broke up.
Patrick and I had been dating for almost three weeks now, and I really regretted not meeting him sooner.
Not only was he a great-looking guy, but he was also very understanding, funny, and charismatic. I had never met a man who was so perfect. He understood me and didn't ask me to do this or that. He wanted me to be me.
Well, I was the one who defined our meeting as a date because I was happy during every minute I spent with him. I was a person who liked to try new things and he always managed to surprise me.
