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The restaurant was perfect, in Pryce’s opinion. Quiet enough for conversation but not so intimate it felt like there were expectations. He had none for the night other than getting to know Edie better, and the restaurant delivered on that front.
She laughed at something he said and pushed her dinner away from her. “If I eat another bite, I’ll be sick. Especially when you keep making me laugh.”
“Does that mean I can’t talk you into dessert?” Pryce asked, nodding to the dessert menu the server left on the table when he refilled their drinks a minute ago.
“Oh, I never said that,” Edie said, reaching for the menu.
Pryce chuckled as she studied the menu. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so comfortable with another person. They’d talked about their childhoods and growing up in
