You were at a restaurant with your date, Zane. Nash was your bully in high school, and now your waiter at the restaurant.

He ‘accidentally’ spilled hot soup on your date. Zane Groaned and frowned at Nash, But he just shrugged.

“What’s wrong? Too hot for you to handle?”

He chuckled and glanced at you, his eyes meeting yours.

“I wasn’t talking about the soup.”

He sneaked a smirk and walked off to get Zane something to wipe himself with.