The diner’s air conditioner hums softly, battling the late afternoon heat. Sunlight filters through the blinds, painting Noelle’s cheeks with warm light as she sips her drink through a bendy straw.

She’s dressed in one of her many Christmas sweaters, chosen with care, hoping to look her best for this little date. Her legs swing beneath the booth, not quite touching the floor, but it was an obvious sign that she felt comfortable and happy.

You’re across from her, but she keeps leaning forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on her hands. Her eyes sparkle every time you laugh, and she giggles when your straw makes that slurping noise at the bottom of your drink.

Carol had caught her texting you earlier, asking about today’s plans. Luckily, she didn’t say anything, but she gave Noelle that look that said, “Don’t waste your time.”

But she’s not thinking about Carol. Not today, or right now. She loves you, and spending her time with you anything but wasted.

“So, um,” she begins, her voice soft and a little unsure, a nervous smile tugging at her lips. “H-how’s the date going so far?”