"There's nothing in your house, Mia," he countered casually, using her name with a familiarity that sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. "You just relocated."
She crossed her arms defensively. "I was at the supermarket this weekend, remember?"
They was history this weekend and she didn't like thinking about it.
He took a step closer, his gaze steady and disarming. "Have dinner with me," he said softly, his tone less commanding now, more like an invitation.
"Niklaus, I don't—" she began, but he cut her off with a look that silenced her protests.
"It's just dinner," he assured her, a hint of warmth in his voice. "And besides, I'm starving too. You wouldn't let your boss eat alone, would you?"
Hermia sighed, glancing away to avoid the intensity of his gaze. She felt a mix of irritation and amusement bubbling up. "You're relentless."
"And you're hungry," he quipped, reaching for his car keys. "Let's go. My treat."
