The date improved drastically after they got their food, and not only because the brisket was the best thing Heather had ever put in her mouth. Levi loosened up, and asked her about her father’s health, told her about his horse buying escapades with her brother, and brought up the Fall Festival.
“Oh, I’d forgotten about that.” Dread settled in her stomach. “I guess I’ll have to figure out what to do about the photo booth.”
“Tell me what you do again.” He’d ordered a pulled pork sandwich, and he took a bite of it. The caramelized onions looked amazing, and Heather wondered if they were to the sharing food stage of their relationship yet. Didn’t quite feel like it.
“I take the pictures.” She indicated her injured arm. “But there’s no way I’ll be able to hold a camera.” She shouldn’t stare
