Grinning, I shove the note into his hand and watch him disappear. I sigh. Considering I have limited experience with men, I’d say things seem to be going pretty well. Until I left LABT, I’d never had any time to date. Since then, I’ve gone on a handful of blind dates, not including Liz’s cousin, but none of them lasted more than an evening.
This is the first time I’ve had drinks with a guy where I don’t have to wrack my brain for random facts about football or ask him endless open-ended questions about himself. Our conversation flows so naturally. Not to mention, we’re both contributing to it. I’ve even managed to forget that I’m in a pub.
Checking my phone, I spy a message from Liz.
Liz
How are you getting on?
Min
*Winking emoji*
Liz
That good?
Min
Let’s just say I’m open to going out for drinks again.
Liz
It’s a miracle. You’re actually considering a second date!
Min
It’s not a date.
Liz
Fine. If it’s not a date, then what would you call it?
Min
I don’t know.
Liz
It’s a date.
Min
*Rolling-eyes emoji*
Liz
Anyway, if it’s going well, don’t let me distract you. Have fun. I’ll quiz you all about it tomorrow.
Shoving my phone into my pocket, I glance up to see Sam holding an enormous slice of chocolate cake. It’s coated with thick layers of creamy, rich chocolate and vanilla frosting topped off with a red cherry.
He sets the dish down on the table. “I hope you weren’t texting a friend to come and rescue you, because I’m not ready for tonight to be over yet.”
My heart flutters. Neither am I. “It was a friend, but she just texted to see how I’m doing.”
“And what did you tell her?”
I glance at the cake. “That I hope we can do this again.”
