Chapter 48

• Balia’s POV
• Well, today ended on a good note. Trey drove us to the Italian restaurant and booked us a table. He had offered me a seat, asking me to order whatever I wanted so he could leave the card with the cashier and wait in the car.
• Well, I disagreed. I couldn't sit here alone. Not when it had a lot of people sitting around and dining at the same time. Now that I thought about it correctly, I had a little social anxiety. Why couldn't I sit without tapping my feet on the floors or playing with my fingers?