checking whether I would flinch. I smiled and held her hand more firmly.
We sat between a lemon tree and a bed of small seedlings. The greenhouse held the warm smell of damp earth and citrus leaves. Beyond the glass, the sky darkened over the city while small lights came on along the paths between tables.
For a minute, we simply looked around.
Then Elise touched the edge of her napkin.
“Technically, the last item counts now.”
“I think we should establish whether you enjoy yourself.”
“A moving goalpost.”
“Quality
