Hannah’s POV
We went to a restaurant.
“So,” he sat down and I sat across him. “I’d like to know your likes and dislikes”
I blushed softly. “Okay… well, first. You still like homemade pizza?”
“Oh, I do-- how do you know?”
“Doesn’t matter”
“You never told me, Hannah. What were we before?”
“At least not lovers” I laughed.
“Okay,” he smiled at me. “I had been sadder if we were because I would have been more disappointed by losing those memories”
I smiled at him. “You are sweet”
“Oh, you found that just now?”
“Haha” I imitated a laugh. “By the way, let’s order something”
“Sure”
We ordered our favorite food.
“So, now I know” he spoke up.
“What?”
“Your favorite food”
“Oh”
“So…” I initiated a conversation. “Since when do you like me?”
“Quite some time, I guess” he replied. “
