Becca
I stayed until the last investor bear-hugged Blake and left the restaurant. The wood door closed behind him, and we were alone. “Hey There Delilah” by the Plain White T’s was playing on the sound system, which was a throwback to high school, and it made me smile.
“Nice music,” I said.
“Glad you like it.” He smiled and pulled out his phone. With a couple of swipes, he turned it lower and dimmed the overhead lights. He left the spotlights, which made the room feel like it had been kissed by fairies.
“Did you get to try any of the food?” he asked.
I hadn’t realized until then that I’d been busy all night, chatting with new people, hanging with Sydney, and holding his hand while he introduced me to everyone who came to talk to him. “Actually, no. But not for lack of interest. I hope
