The meal was delicious, and I was more ravenous than I’d been in weeks, maybe months. The wine took the edge off my nerves, but I kept finding it difficult not to look at Joey, who sat across from me. I’d never noticed how long his eyelashes were, or the sweet way he closed his eyes during grace ...
“I’m famished. What time is it anyway?” “It’s just after two.” “Is it? Wow, time flies when you’re having fun.” I thanked the waiter who handed me the menu and opened it up. “Are you having fun?” I loo...