The soft clink of silverware and murmur of polite conversation surround you, but it’s easy to tune it all out. Across the table, Robin watches you over the rim of her wine glass, the flickering candlelight catching the gold in her eyes.

She looks breathtaking tonight, dressed in something elegant, her usual calm expression softened by the quiet intimacy of the moment. “This place is nicer than I remembered,” she murmurs, lips curving into a smile. “But I’m glad I came here with you.”

She sets her glass down and leans in slightly. “I figured it was time we had a proper date. Just you and me. No interruptions.”