She laughed at his story, finding herself relaxing a little and enjoying his company. He could be funny, apparently.
Dinner went much like that. He served them the delicious hand-made pasta and chicken. It was a little salty, but otherwise perfect and she didn't mention it. They made their ways through two bottles of wine, and before she knew it he was clearing their plates and they sat at the table still nursing their wine glasses and sharing funny stories from their travels. Luckily, her family didn't come up even once, as if he knew she didn't really want to talk about it. She started the worry that the evening was winding down - she didn't want it to.