Sara walked into Dine In The Vines at twelve-oh-two. She hated being late, but her dad called and she lost track of time.
Peter was already at a table and waved to her when she stopped to let the hostess know she didn’t need help. She wove her way through the other patrons until she reached him. He stood and kissed her cheek, then gestured for her to sit first.
“This place is so cute,” Sara said, looking around. The cafe was quaint and had a small town feel to it that made Sara feel like she’d been there forever and belonged. She liked that feeling.
Peter nodded. “Yeah, it’s great. It’s been here forever, but they’ve updated it regularly so it doesn’t feel as old as it is.”
“I almost feel like I’m underdressed.”
Peter shook his head. “You’re perfect.”
Sara’s cheeks warmed at the comp
