Chapter 21

The dinner at Tricolore was very nice. The Italian meal thing that Bennet ordered for each of us was actually very tasty. It was a pasta meal that changed every day, according to what the restaurant had to make food with. Today it was penne with some pesto sauce. I actually ate all of it, because of how delicious it was.

Walking out of the restaurant now, I feel my hand being cradled in Bennet's larger, warmer hand. I look at him and smile, to which he smiles back. We walk out to his black car, and after the ceremony of him opening my door and me climbing in, he walks back to his side and gets in.

"So, remind me. What are we doing now?" I ask. I know he already told me, but I don't remember what he said.

"I was thinking of going to a place where we can chat," he replies as he buckles his seatbelt. I do too.

"Like where?"

"There's this place that overlooks the ocean, it's really spectacular, and it's on our land, so we have all the privacy in the world," replies Bennet.

"Sounds great