Brian decided to break the tension by pouring a soft drink into Abigail's glass. "You should have this first while we wait," he offered, a faint blush coloring Abigail's cheeks. She quickly averted her gaze, momentarily hiding her face, and murmured a hurried "Thank you." Brian sensed her unease and asked directly, "What happened to you?" Abigail's hands clenched beneath the table, her frustration growing as the dream seemed to go as she had intended it will. She scolded herself internally, thinking, "This is not how the dream is supposed to go."
She took a moment to compose herself before responding, forcing a smile. "I'm fine," she quickly assured him. "Oh, look, the food is here." Brian observed her discomfort but decided to let the matter rest for the time being. The waiter arrived wi
