"You can get that if you want," I said.
"It's not important," Stef assured me. "Plus, it would be rude of me taking a phone call while I have a beautiful girl in my company at dinner. People would think I'm mad."
I felt the blush creep in and ducked my head. "I won't think you're mad,” I said, ignoring the compliment. “I'll think you're someone who has a life and friends and is nice enough to take me out without it being a pity thing."
He laughed, "Trust me, it's not important."
We finished the pizza and I was surprised at just how easy it was to talk to Stefan. I was glad to find out he would be staying at the house rather than campus because it gave me someone else to talk to while Luc was busy at work.
"How about we go and get some ice cream?" Stefan suggested.
"How am I meant to say no to that?" I replied with a smile.
The waiter brought the bill over and I reached for my bag.
"Mia, what are you doing?" Stefan asked me.
"Grabbing the bill.”
"Um, no," Stefan replied.
"Um, yes. You weren't planning on coming out tonight. I'm not letting you be out of pocket because of me."
"Mia, I'm not letting you pay."
"Split it?" I offered.
"I don't think so," Stefan said as he put the money down on the table.
"Okay, well then I'm getting the ice cream."
"I think I can allow that."
Chapter Twenty Nine
Stefan
Out on the street, I offered Mia my arm. I was still baffled at how this woman considered Lucas to be her friend. She was sweet and gentle, and I was concerned that if she spent time with my brother, she would end up caught in his work. I couldn't tell Mia what to do, but while I was home I could and would keep an eye on her.
"What do you want?" Mia asked me. We had ventured into the ice cream parlor and she looked at all the containers through the glass. "What's your go to flavor?"
"Rum raisin," I answered.
"Ew, Stefan. Seriously?" Mia looked at me with a crease in her brow and I laughed.
"Alright, Miss Griffin please explain to me what's wrong with rum raisin ice cream?"
"It contains raisins," Mia told me simply in a way of explanation.
"It's in the name."
"You're basically eating old people."
I looked at her as if she were mad. "What?"
"Raisins," Mia said. "Small and wrinkly like old people."
"And your go to?" I asked.
