Elena
This isn't the first time we've been out to dinner, but it is the first time that it's felt different.
The clinking of silverware is all around us along with mumbles of chatter at the surrounding white cloth tables. Declan is dressed in his finest clothes: a button-up collar shirt in the coral family and a black tie with his black dress pants and shoes.
He’s handsome, easy on the eyes, with a great smile – but this isn’t a date.
In my plain red jumper and black heels, I fidget with the hem on my thigh with the hand that isn’t resting on the table. “This place is very nice, but I feel a bit underdressed.”
Declan reaches for my hand. “Nonsense, you look beautiful. As always.”
My eyes fly to his warm hand covering mine. It’s strange seeing another man’s hand on my skin that doe
