Can I start you off with a cocktail?” “Yes, that’d be great, Beth. I’ll have a scotch on the rocks with a twist. And the lady will have a dirty martini,” I order as Kate raises an eyebrow. Our waitress nods and walks to the bar. “It never gets old,” she says with a smirk. “What’s that, sweets?” I ask, looking over my dinner menu. “You ordering for both of us. I like it. I didn’t really think I would, but it’s nice.” “I should know your favorite drink by now.” I shrug, like it’s no big deal, but deep down I know Kate is revealing a little more about herself to me. She’s like a puzzle that I slowly get to piece together over time. I feel so close to having a completed picture of her, but for whatever reason, I always feel like I may never find all the pieces I need. Kate’s been off lately and I can’t put my finger on it.
