It’s 1926, New Jersey

He sat across from you, waiting for your food to come. He had a small smile on his face. He looks you over, his heart fluttering.

“You look stunning,”

You were his first date in years. His boxing career has gotten him money to afford a suit and a decent restaurant.

Classic music filled ears as it played in the background. He ran his hand through his hair, adjusted it.

“Honestly, I’m a bit nervous,” He then chuckled. “It’s eh. . . been a while,”