Sometimes I was surprised at how little my husband knew me, not that we were best off friends and he needed to know things about me. Seeing that we had been living for nearly a year, based on the food we ate I thought he might know that I didn't really like the fined ining style of food.
I sipped on my cocktail, waiting for our table. Aiden didn't make reservations, which meant they asked us to wait at the bar till they had a table free.
My suggestion of just hot dogs from the shop upstairs was shot down, so here I was sipping my third cocktail trying not to sigh or walk off and get my own food. Being on your best behavior hurt. Aiden was sipping his beer next to me, going over the pictures from earlier today. In each one he was flexing, and I wasn't that surprised.
"Nice." I nodded, I
