❀ Amy ❀
The restaurant Darren had picked wasn’t fancy, but it had charm. The windows were fogged with warmth from the inside, and the sign above the door flickered slightly as if hesitant to welcome guests. Clark parked out front and helped Eva out of the truck while I tried to steady my breathing. I was not freaking out. I was NOT freaking out.
“Ready?” Clark asked me as he shut the truck door behind Eva.
“No,” I whispered as I shook my head. “But let’s go anyway,” Eva clung to Clark as we entered the restaurant. Inside, the smell of grilled meat and garlic butter hit us immediately, which was both comforting and familiar. The hostess led us toward a table near the back, and there they were already seated. Darren and Emma. Darren stood up the second he saw us, his eyes immediately on
