♡ Megan ♡
The restaurant Brendan picked was the kind of place that felt like a warm embrace. String lights crisscrossed the ceiling which cast a soft glow over the cozy tables. The smell of freshly baked bread mingled with the faint scent of roses from the centerpieces on our table. It was intimate, sweet, and more romantic than I had anticipated.
“This place is adorable,” I remarked as we sat down across from each other. “Do you come here often?” I couldn’t help but ask. I had no idea what Brendan had gotten up to since our breakup. Maybe he had a girlfriend. Brendan smiled as he slowly nodded.
“I don’t come here as often, but I do get take-out from here pretty regularly…it’s close to my apartment and I just thought it would be nice for us to come here for dinner,” he explained, and I
