There was two sets of plates, silverware and glasses. Between the dishes stood a single candle flickering with it’s little flame. It looked just like how it felt between the two sitting there. It tried to hold steady but would sway to one side with every little breath. It threatened to flame out by laying on the side with the gust or shrink to a size barely engulfing the wick. The atmosphere was fragile between the two, Teddy did not know why but she could feel the pressure. Hemmy tried his best to lighten the mood with little smiles, by grabbing her hand and looking lovingly into her eyes. The home cooked meal did not fool Teddy, she could feel something was up. Hemmy seemed nervous and not in a good way. His plate was untouched, he tried to make it romantic by plating out food for both.
