They both attacked their dinners with vigour as soon as it was brought to the table and periodically shared the events of the day. They were both hungry and The Taj Mahal did not disappoint with quality.
“Emilie?” Brian said as soon as she had placed her cutlery on her plate signalling that she was done eating, almost as if he was watching her and waiting for that moment.
“Yes?” she said.
“I’m going to visit my parents this weekend and I want you to come with me.”
Emilie paused, uncertain, not with her response but rather, with how to deliver it. She took a deep breath and then leaned forward on her seat with both elbows on the table, almost as if she was about to explain an important legal angle to one of her clients.
“Brian, I’m really grateful for the wonderful dinner,” she began,
