Chapter Four
Vanessa
Cristian parallel parks like a pro. Probably not impressive to anyone who actually has a driver’s license, but the thought of squeezing a car between two other ones scares me to no end.
“What’s this place?” I ask.
“It’s called Farm to Table. It’s new.” He shuts off the car and turns to look at me, waiting for me to say something else.
I purposely don’t.
He opens his door and I hem and haw in my mind whether I should just climb out myself, but while I’m thinking about it, he beats me to a decision and opens the door for me. He offers his hand, but I climb out without his assistance. I catch his small smirk thinking I’m purposely being difficult. Maybe I am. This date cannot go well. Nothing good could come of that.
“Is this a health food place?” I ask, happy I ha
