“A bit arrogant of you.”
“I had a pretty good idea about what you like last night.”
My cheeks heated. “If you’re just going to keep bringing it up, we might as well talk about it now. No point in spoiling a meal.”
“Fine, let’s come back to that. I have another question for you. Why did you go into this industry?”
I eyed the server loading up a tray full of dumplings over by the kitchen. “I don’t know. I’ve spent most of my life around musicians, so I suppose that’s what put it on my radar.”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s all right,” I said with a shrug.
“You ever wish to be on the other side of it?”
I tore my gaze away from the food and focused in on Kaz. “What do you mean?”
“To be the talent.”
My brows scrunched together. “Obviously not. I’m not a musician.”
“You’re a photographer.”
I was about to laugh before I noticed his earnest expression. “I’m definitely not. This is just a temporary assignment.”
“But you like doing it, and you’re good at it.”
“How do you know I like doing it?”
He leaned into his seat, letting the waiter place the plates on the table. “It’s pretty obvious. You get into the zone every time.”
“The zone?” I asked, maneuvering my chopsticks around a shrimp dumpling.
“Yeah. You get all intense and focused. You’re in a flow state. C’mon, you must know what I mean.”
I chewed slowly, considering his words. “I mean, sure. I like doing it, but calling me a photographer is a stretch.”
Kaz scooped up a soup dumpling. “Why does that word scare you?”
“Because it makes me feel like a fraud,” I admitted and then immediately regretted it when Kaz’s eyes lit up with interest. “I chose this career path because it’s relatively safe, and I’m not in a position to take risks. Sure, I like photography, but my pictures won’t pay the bills, and I don’t have a safety net to fall back on.”
He cocked his head to the side. “What about your sister?”
I frowned at him. “My sister has done enough for me, Kaz, and I’m perfectly happy as is, all right? Not everyone is meant to become a creative.”
He studied me as he chewed and then wiped his mouth with a napkin. “You were jealous of Mason last night.”
I smoothed my hands over my thighs. “That’s not true.”
“As soon as you saw him with Charlotte, you became upset.”
“That’s not what we need to talk about.”
“Isn’t it? Clearly, you’ve still got a thing for him.”
“No. I came here so that I could make it clear last night never happened. You have to promise not to tell anyone about it.”
This amused him. “You think I’m going to post about it on social media or something? Relax, I don’t even have a profile.”
