Chapter One Hundred and Eight

Ayva's POV

I lied, I wasn't hard to impress.

I'd forgiven Justin since the moment I got the box and when he appeared in front of my door looking more attractive than the last time I saw him, every remnant of my anger melted away. The truth was I wanted to tell him that I wasn't mad anymore but I thought that'd be going too easy on him. I mean where would that leave our dinner and his will to impress me? And what if he did the same thing some other time because he knew I’d just forgive him again.

Besides, I was having so much fun watching him stumble over his words and fiddle with the edge of his jacket. It wasn't often I got to see him nervous and jittery and so I wanted to make the most of that moment.

I guess It was safe to say that Justin tried 'too hard' to impress me. Like he broke my impressing scale because tell me why he wasn't driving us to some fancy overpriced restaurant in LA like I’d expected but rather he was taking the road to the airport.

"Where are we going?" I'd