Dylan's POV:
As I waited outside the diner, I must've shifted my stance a dozen times, trying to find the perfect cool, casual pose. At one point, I even leaned against the car in what I thought was a "James Dean" look, but quickly felt ridiculous and straightened up. I wasn't usually this nervous around girls, but something about Ella had me second-guessing everything tonight. I mean, come on, I'd even brought the Lamborghini. Girls love cool rides, right?
When she finally stepped out, still in her hoodie, I was kind of relieved. The hoodie look was part of what intrigued me about her in the first place. She wasn't like all the other girls I knew—no fancy dresses or perfect makeup, just... her. But when she saw me standing there in front of my Lambo, her reaction wasn't what I expected at all.
