A small, yellow light flashes above the button for a suspenseful two minutes.
“Is something happening?" She glances from the light to Damien.
“You'll see. Until then, tell me about yourself. Or ask another question." He spreads butter on a piece of bread and chucks it in his mouth.
“I'm good asking…" Sucking her bottom lip, she decides to sip wine.
“Are your parents together?" Setting her glass down, she finds him smiling proudly.
“They are. Thirty-five years last month. I hope to find what they have." He admits, then clears his throat.
“You don't have to tell me about your family if you're not ready to. I know things were much different for you growing up. I'm sorry." He places his hand on hers, the gesture bringing the ghost of a smile to her lips.
“Yeah, it was hard... Mom
