By Shadowlight Lake
"Please tell me you named the tree."
"Mr. Branches," I admitted, making him laugh. "I was six, okay? My creativity peaked early."
We wandered through the gemstone exhibit, the soft lighting catching rainbow reflections around us. Oliver's hand found mine naturally, it felt nice.
"Okay, most embarrassing first date story," he challenged, pulling me closer to see a particularly stunning sapphire display.
"Oh no, you first. I sense a good story coming."
"Fine," he sighed dramatically. "Picture this: fancy restaurant, trying to impress this girl from my territory management class. I spent the whole day practicing the perfect conversation topics..."