(Willa)
“I didn’t know what to wear. I’ve been living in jeans and t-shirts for a few years.” I shrugged; more self-conscious after seeing him.
“I told you whatever you wore would be perfect.”
“You didn’t tell me where we were going.” I gave him a look.
“You don’t like surprises?”
“Depends on the surprise,” I countered, crossing my arms.
His eyes narrowed as he studied me. “Do you like sushi?”
I almost laughed, thinking about how I already assumed that would be his go-to.
“What?” He demanded.
“I just thought you would be the kind of guy to go to a gluten-free sushi place instead of the diner.”
He almost smiled. “There is definitely gluten there.”
“Oh well then, I’m appeased.”
“Do you have everything?” he asked, looking behind me.
“Just let me grab my purse.” I left the doo
