Hazel's POV
The Rosewood Café rooftop offered a stunning view of the city skyline. I paused at the entrance, scanning the tables. My heart skipped when I spotted him.
Sebastian Sinclair sat at a corner table overlooking the cityscape. Sunlight bathed his sharp features, highlighting the perfect cut of his charcoal suit. He seemed lost in thought, one elegant finger tracing the rim of an empty cup.
My palms felt clammy. I straightened my navy dress and took a steadying breath before walking over.
He noticed me immediately, rising to his feet with fluid grace. "Hazel."
Just my name, yet it sounded different on his lips—almost reverent.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," I said, sliding into the chair he pulled out for me.
"Not at all." His smile was warm. "I arrived early to secure this spot. The view is worth it."
I glanced at the skyline, then back at him. The view wasn't the only thing worth looking at.
