CHAPTER 5
The Date
Tucker asked me on a date the next night, I met him at an old Italian restaurant at dusk. The place was dimly lit, upscale, and decorated like an old villa with a ceiling painted to simulate a Tuscan sunset. The host guided us to the back of the restaurant, and we sat at a candlelit table with a bottle of merlot.
“This is really nice,” I said, looking around.
Tucker stared at me. I blushed, and after he saw me get uncomfortable, he spoke. “Bebe, there’s something about you I want to know. I saw you on the street a few days ago, and there was this old man—”
~ “It was pretty cool how I saved him, huh?”
~ “I should have done more.”
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“You could’ve been hurt,” Tucker said. “
