Lena's POV
The Victorian glasshouse of the Kew Gardens was standing in front of me, and as the sun was fading, I could see the little faerie lights sparkling through the whole building.
Cal's hand softly touched the center of my back and I looked up at him. Instead of looking confident though, like I expected, he looked a little anxious.
"I reserved it for just us, everyone else is gone," Cal replied, as if trying to sell the date. "I just thought it would be nice for us to walk around the gardens and have a little alone time."
I was quiet as I continued to stare at the building in front of me, soaking up the golden hues that were reflecting from the sunlight on the glass. Even from the outside, it was mesmerizing.
"If you don't like it we can just go out to dinner or something," Cal
