I was the one who asked for that Tuesday date.
I packed up my needles and thread a full half hour early. My coworker watched me reapply my lipstick twice in the mirror and grinned, asking if I had something special going on.
"Got a date," I said, a giddy, unfamiliar lightness bubbling up in my chest.
When Reese showed up, he was carrying a small bouquet of flowers. My coworker recognized him instantly. "Aura's brother, right?"
"Reese," he said, shaking her hand first before turning to me. "I'm here to pick her up for our date."
I walked over and slipped my hand into the crook of his arm. It wasn't until we reached the street corner that I realized I was holding on far tighter than I realized.
The restaurant table was set for exactly two. He pulled out my chair for me, and I fished a
