"A reservation, hmmm?" Maya heard Nate tease as she dragged him over to the parking lot.
"Shut up," she grumbled as she tried to fish out her keys from her bag. "It was either go on a lunch date with him or make him think I was going on a date with you."
Maya continued to struggle while Nate laughed.
"Don't mock me!" she said, raising her voice as she spun around, ready to slap him.
To her surprise, Nate's reflexes were quite quick and he caught her arm by her wrist, stopping her from doing him any harm.
"I would never, I repeat, never mock you, Maya Miller," Nate said as a flame burned in his green eyes, clearly unhappy with her accusation.
Maya on the other hand was at a loss for words as Nate released her wrist and her hand dropped. At that moment Nate didn't seem like the happy-go-lucky man that had left her five years ago.
