Iris
“Are you ok?”
My eyes snapped to the man sitting opposite me. My date.
Forcing myself to smile, I reached for the glass of water in front of me. The wine that sat alongside it remained untouched. The red liquid looked too much like blood.
“Yeah.” I forced myself to smile at him. And I was. The date had started out a little uncomfortable, but I had just put that down to the fact it had been so long since I had been on one. But the man opposite me, a man who worked in insurance and had the kindest eyes I had ever seen, had been nothing but a perfect gentleman. The restaurant he had chosen was classy and romantic.
Even if our table by the window made me feel like we were having a date in a fishbowl.
“Yeah,” I mumbled again, wiping my hand across my lips. “Sorry, I got lost in my t
