Hazel's POV
The sleek sports car purred through the streets as Levi navigated with confident ease. I stole glances at his profile—strong jaw, perfect nose, those long eyelashes that seemed unfair on a man. He caught me looking and flashed a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.
"Enjoying the view?" he teased.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. "The car is impressive."
"Just the car?" His eyebrow arched playfully.
I laughed despite myself. "Your ego seems healthy enough without my help."
"Fair enough." He chuckled, turning onto a palm-lined avenue. "I hope you like Cuban food. There's this place I discovered last time I was in town."
"I've never had it, actually."
"Then you're in for a treat."
We pulled up to a grand building with wrought-iron balconies and vibrant tropical flowers cascading down its façade. A sign read "Havana" in elegant script. Levi handed his keys to the valet and offered me his arm.
