Alex put his hand over hers, which was over the cut. "Maimed," he repeated skeptically, "It could have been a lot worse. You're still the same angel I fell in love with."
Trying to be sweet? Definitely. Hopefully it was working. He held the door open for her as they went inside, and they quickly got a table near a window, with plenty of sunlight, but not so much as to be blinding. Fresh bread was already waiting on the table, along with their menus.