Lindsey
I stood shaking on the curb looking at the front of the Mama Rosa Italian Bistro. Me being a mere ten feet away from the door, and still, I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it. A couple walked past me and opened the door, and the smell of Italian cooking flooded out onto the street, and it convinced me to step inside. I spotted Ben on the far side of the restaurant with his back to me. He was away from the window and sat by the wall, which had all the old sepia photos hanging on the bare brick. I’d been there a couple of times before, but not for anything as serious as this.
I heaved a sigh while I handed my coat to the cloakroom attendant, and then I told the host I already had a reservation because I was meeting somebody. I glanced at the décor but didn’t have very much t
