"I don't think this is a dream," she told him softly. "But I'm glad it's real."
Of course, the waitress had to interrupt at this point. "Sorry, sweetheart," the waitress muttered, passing the food over their linked hands and giving Severus curious looks. Lily hated when people she did not know called her "sweetheart." It seemed so insincere and sarcastic. Or maybe she only thought that because James, when he felt particularly obnoxious, would call her that.
But it was the waitress's job to bring them food, even if she brought it at a bad time. Lily watched as she walked away again, not wanting to let go of Severus's hand, but she knew neither of them could eat one-handed.