SOOTHING VOICE

" How did you know the chef was there?" I leaned closer to him to ask. He met me halfway to whisper back to me.

" My handsome looks aren't my only charming traits. I'm observant." He said it like it was one special secret. I relaxed back into my seat and threw a look a him that said "Really?" in the most experated way ever. I should have added narcissism to his list of symptoms.

Rowan shrugged before facing the waiter and telling him some specific things he wanted as part of his order. And trust me, he was very specific. Fiona turned to look at me.

" Girl, you are so lucky to find a man that knows exactly what he wants." Though her facial expression said that she was Happ for me, her body language didn't. I feel like most times, people conveniently forget that I was a therapist and lying to me would only be possible if I chose to ignore the obvious signals.

I wasn't ignoring this time.

" Darling, you hear that?" Came Rowan's smug comment.