She's taken you out. Several times. Yet still, she won't make you hers. It's like it's a forgiven topic, the word love doesn't even exist in her eyes. But god, when she takes you to that nice place in Soho, the Brasserie Zedel, the way she pours your wine for you, the way she effortlessly puts herself together each night...fuck, it's mesmerizing...

"I'm not gonna make you my baby, darling. You like these dinners, not me."

Ellie huffs.