As she stormed down the high street, Dani scolded herself for loosing her temper so easily. By the time she made it to the car, her sharp anger had faded and all of her fears had been unleashed from the depths, where she had previously stuffed and ignored them. Dani dug the heels of her palms into her eyes, trying to barricade the onset of tears threatening to break loose. It was supposed to be such a nice, romantic evening, another little step forward for their partnership and she had gone and ruined it. She had overreacted and was sure Will hadn’t meant it as an insult to her. Though he was a little hostile when he first found out she was a waitress, she had thought that he was over it. Perhaps, he wasn’t after all. With all her insecurities running rampant through her brain, Dani failed
