“Don’t let anyone stress you out.” He reached for his own menu, leaning back and shaking his head at her antics. She was known to overindulge in some aspects, but never to the point of true excess.
“I swear, the only spoiler I asked for was the desserts. I was just thinking of you, Sweetheart.” His eyes were lowered, making it easier to deliver those lines with seriousness. He ruined the look of it by peeking up at her now and then, unable to pass up the chance to see her so at ease. She had been comfortable in his presence plenty of times in the past—he had always represented safety, which was what had made Gabriel’s attack so very heinous. But it was a beautiful thing to see returning, and he was seeing the whole picture now.
That, and it hadn’t ever been a date back then. That had held a different sort of excitement, but he was enjoying the lack of nerves on his own part as well. He remained carefully unmoved by her last impish reply. “That’s fine. No hurry. I mean, those pictures will wait, right?”