“Okay, I won’t argue,” she says with a pleased smile, biting her lip as she watches him sign the receipt. She stands up and pulls her coat back on, shifting her hair over her shoulder and picking up the takeout bag.

“Thank you,” she adds sincerely, almost eager to get out of the restaurant. She wants to be alone with him, even if the thought makes her nervous. But it’s a good kind of nervous that makes her feel warm, with butterflies in her stomach. “Ready to go?”