Olivia's POV
Maxwell had appeared at our table like a bad omen, his phone in hand and his expression more serious than I'd seen it all evening.
Gabriel didn't let go of my hand, but his expression shifted to one of irritation. "What are you talking about, Max? We just got our food."
"Mitchell isn't eating," Maxwell announced dramatically, as if this statement should mean something to us.
Gabriel blinked. "Who the fuck is Mitchell?"
"My cat!" Maxwell said, his voice rising with distress. "My staff just called. They said she's been sitting by her food bowl for three hours without taking a single bite. The only time Mitchell refuses to eat is when I'm not there. She needs me."
I stared at Maxwell in disbelief. *He was ending our date because his cat wouldn't eat without him? What kind of person...*
"Max, just take a cab home," Gabriel said, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Olivia and I are in the middle of dinner."
