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Jack had spent much of the afternoon thinking about the evening. He’d planned to have Chrissie over to his place for a bottle of wine and a bite to eat, but he’d changed his mind. He needed a change of scenery to take his mind off the events of the day, so he’d texted her and asked if she’d like to go out instead. Thankfully, she agreed, so he called Alessandro’s and booked a table for two.
Mildenheath wasn’t exactly blessed with fine restaurants, and Alessandro’s was about as good as it got, which was fine. It was certainly a lot better than any of the burger joints or pub-grub chains that had sprung up across the town over the past couple of decades. There were more upmarket options in the surrounding towns and villages, of course, but tonight needed to be simple and relaxing. No wo
