They decided to eat dinner at a restaurant that played blues music all evening long. Actually, it was Irene’s decision—as they agreed she would be in charge of dinner plans while Brenden decided what they did afterwards. This was the best division of labor as she hadn’t made any great plans for the night.
They took their seats towards the back.
“So you like Blues,” Brenden hummed as the server passed the menu to him.
Irene shrugged her shoulders as she supped on her water.
“I enjoy live music,” she replied.
“Fair enough.”
She arched her brow at him. “You don’t like Blues?”
“I like it,” he said quickly. “I just never thought you would be a Blues kind of girl.”
“Well, I’m full of surprises,” she joked.
“Surprises keep people on their toes,” he told her with a glint in his eye.
She
