He chews faster, taking a sip of his beer to wash the food down his throat.
Way to go, Maddie, you’re really hitting this one out of the park.
“It’s great. I love it.”
“That’s good. I’m glad you found something you enjoy.”
He examines me for a second and then dips a mozzarella stick into the marinara sauce.
“What about you? What do you do?” he asks before taking another bite and after I’ve sipped my wine.
“I own my own company.”
His eyes widen and a soft, genuine smile appears. “That’s awesome.”
He doesn’t ask what exactly I do and I don’t volunteer any information.
“You have a good schedule, right?” I ask, attempting another round of conversation.
“Yeah, but if we’re out all day and night, it’s like the first day off is recovery time. I can’t complain though.” He drinks from his
