This time, I didn't want to assume anymore. It hurts to be proven wrong. I sighed and quietly walked beside him. He caught my hand with his, then slipped his fingers between mine. I looked down at our now linked hands. Something warm touched my heart but I was quickly pulled back to reality when I realized that we were outside.
Of course, this is just for show. I pursed my lips as I looked around bitterly.
He stopped in front of a small restaurant with outdoor dining. It had a strong French vibe to it. The architectural design is complete with French windows and everything.
"What would you like to eat?" he asked.
"Anything." I answered nonchalantly. "I'll go get our table." I told him before walking away. I chose a table in front of the restaurant. It's still around four in the afterno
