[Dylan]
“You can thank me later,” Heather whispered, and I frowned as I glanced over at her. Wesley and Samara were discussing the menu, which is what I had been doing before Heather had interrupted me.
“What?” I asked as I looked down at the menu once again.
“You can thank me later…for this date,” she said, and my eyes went wide as I tried to hide behind the menu. The restaurant was fairly busy, and I set down the menu after I had decided what I wanted to eat. I didn’t bother listening to the conversation as the discussion changed from what to order to what to drink. I wasn’t fond of alcohol, and I had a feeling that Samara wouldn’t enjoy it anymore. However, as I looked around, I smiled. The place was small, which meant that the square tables were rather close to one another, yet the
