Once again Samuel and I find ourselves inside the big city that we stopped in on the way to his territory. I am doing my best to adjust to it, but like before, I feel like I stick out- and not in a good way.
The restaurant we are in this time is not like the one we were before. This one is nicer and better yet, it is Italian- my favorite. I ask for the spaghetti.
After we have eaten our meals we sit at the table making light conversation over dessert, which is almost finished off now.
I find it surprising how easy it is to talk to him sometimes. When we aren't worried about things like our rejections or the mating, we fall into conversations effortlessly. It is really nice. Samuel even seems to be quite laid back and carefree tonight which is something I haven't seen in a while. It is v
