Skylar strutted out the front door, and her date was waiting for her inside his Camaro. She opened the passenger door and stepped in, thinking it would've been nice if he were to do that, holding the door open for her like a gentleman. She wasn't going to hold that against him though.
What did bother her was the fact that the butterflies he used to give her whenever he came to the restaurant were conspicuous by their absence. She felt no excitement going out with him, and knowing why that was filled her with a deep sense of melancholy.
He put on his handsome smile when he complimented her looks, and she thanked him before they drove off. He'd made reservations at a quiet little place downtown, and when they were shown to their table, he pulled the chair for her, and it made her feel spec
