Wyatt is dressed like a supermodel tonight, making my mouth water every time I look at him. He has a white shirt and black blazer over black trousers. His hair is styled away from face and his jaw is freshly shaven. It doesn't help that he smells amazing too, so even when I'm not looking at him, I forced to remember how hot he is.

"Tell me a hobby of yours," I ask. He seems to think about it for a while before he answers.

"I play the piano; I enjoy making new music too." He tells me.

"I would love to hear you play sometime." I look over at him.

"One day. What about you?" He asks, directing the conversation away. A sad look passing on his face.

"I can sing, I don't like too but I've been told I'm good at it," I say quietly.

"I could play and you could sing for me." He smiles at me. The sadness slipping from his face slowly. The drive ends too soon as we pull up at the restaurant. We walk straight in, with Wyatt's hand on my waist.

"Hello, Albert." I smile at the waiter. He smiles back, a true friendly smile.

"We will have our old table, is Atticus here yet?"

"No, he is not. This way." He nods to Wyatt and we both follow him to our table. The restaurant is full again, mainly couples, but one table has a few children with them who are staring around the room.

Wyatt pulls my chair out for me and we both sit. We both order our drinks while we wait for Atti.

A kiss is placed on my cheek as I feel a warm body lean over the back of my chair. I move my head and I'm faced with the palest grey eyes I've ever seen. The very attractive man winks before moving back and my eyes widen at how hot he is. This guy has blonde hair, much like Wyatt’s but darker and it's long but tied up in a bob on top of his head. He has a big build, towering over me and the table. The guy must be six foot eight, with large muscular arms that look like he works out all the time. The man is wearing a black t-shirt that says 'you know you want me' in fancy writing across his chest. He is wearing black jeans and has on glasses that make him look like a hot geek. Like the kind, you would never find the library.

"This is Atti, Atti this is Winter Masters." Wyatt interrupts my staring at his friend and I suddenly look away at Wyatt. Who is just grinning at Atti, both of them are looking like they are having some kind of silent conversation.