Beth {flashback}
It was our fifth date. We kept hitting it off well with each other. Our chemistry was dynamic, the attraction mutual.
Terrence took me to a fancy restaurant that night, one of those posh places where you had to book a reservation to get a seat. I watched him interact with the greeter, polite as always, and he took my hand as we followed him to our table after he checked for Terrence's last name and grabbed our menus. There were three levels to the restaurant, all of which circled a dance floor in the middle. Classical music played in the background. A number of couples were slow dancing.
The greeter set the menus down. Terrence pulled out my chair for me and I blushed as I sat. The greeter repeated the same script to us as he had to everyone else he's greeted before and
