Chapter 39: I'm a Work in Progress

"Would you care for anything other than water?" the waiter asked, staring at us from under his disapproving nose. It's been an hour since I arrived at my own birthday dinner. I drank three glasses of water while I waited for no one to show up. And just when I thought no one would, the last person I ever expected to walk through the door... did. Luke Dawson sat in front of me, his strong arms folded on the white tablecloth. His chiseled features spellbound me. "Do you want to eat something?" I asked him, since the waiter was waiting for our response. Luke looked at me in a way I hadn't really seen before, like he was trying to memorize me in this moment. He sat back and shook his head. He said, "Let's go to our spot." We have a spot? He handed the waiter a cash tip and got my jacket for me. I was confused. "What's our spot, Luke?" "You'll see." **