Lily had managed to keep her secret this long, though it was just a matter of time before it slipped out. Or someone noticed and called her on it. While she had alerted Sirius to the fact Remus had asked her out on a date that apparently wasn't actually a date but simply a dinner between friends, she hadn't invited him along. It would have felt queer to her, like they were deliberately leaving Ginny out. Which, she imagined, was Remus' idea, but Lily wouldn't support exclusion like that.
She dressed in one of her work outfits -- a knee-length pleated skirt and a button-up blouse that wasn't so different from their school uniforms -- and she'd made an effort to tidy her hair. She knew she needed to write another letter to James because she was feeling some sort of residual guilt for sort of forgetting to last week. She knew in her heart he'd never see these letters, but they were handy for keeping a time line of events, if nothing else.
They were helping her to let go as well, as much as she wasn't inclined to do that. It would be easier to be here, to live here, if she wasn't tangled up in a home she might not see again. She hated the idea that here, now, was home, but it was. For now.
She'd followed his directions to the restaurant, and he was easy enough to spot once she was inside. Making her way over to him, she offered him a smile. "Evening, love," she greeted him quietly.