“Mexican sounds good,” I said and relaxed into the seat.
The drive was peaceful. He hummed to the music playing softly from the radio and I found myself smiling for no reason at all. For once, my mind wasn’t haunted by shadows or painful memories.
We pulled up to a cozy-looking restaurant with colorful lights hanging from the roof. The smell of spices and grilled meat wafted through the air the moment we stepped out of the car.
Inside, the place was warm and welcoming. A waitress greeted us with a smile and led us to a corner booth.
“Date night?” she asked with a grin.
Rylan smirked. “You could say that.”
I blushed and looked away.
Once we were seated, she handed us menus filled with dishes I couldn’t pronounce.
I frowned. “What...what even is Mole poblano?”
He chuckled. “Don’t wo
