Maya
Kyle and I went to dinner together. This time, I chose the place. It was only fair, and I wanted somewhere more relaxed, where we could be ourselves.
The first date had been amazing, and I had been thoroughly impressed, which was what Kyle had been going for. But the ice was broken now, and I wanted to relax together.
I had chosen a casual restaurant that served burgers and fries for dinner with soda instead of wine. I wore a pair of Sara’s designer jeans with a blouse that left enough to the imagination. I had pulled my hair back into a ponytail and wore ballerina flats rather than heels.
Kyle looked more relaxed, too, in faded Levi’s and a T-shirt.
“So, how was your week?” Kyle asked.
I shrugged. “It was a good week. I had a hiccup in the middle, but I dealt with it. Everythin
