The waitress sets the heavy golden dish between us with a graceful smile.
Steam rises from the creamy truffle mac and cheese. Its golden, bubbling crust surrounds the beautifully roasted chicken.
My face lights up with a real smile for the first time all day, and I see Hunter’s face do the same across the table.
“This looks incredible,” I squeal happily at the waitress.
"Thank you, ma'am," she responds with a sweet voice before walking away.
My gaze drifts around the restaurant, taking in the soft, intimate lighting.
The air is filled with the soft murmurs of other couples that can afford a five thousand-dollar meal without even checking the price.
I wanted to treat Hunter to something nice, but my mind is a total mess.
I pick up my phone from the table and open it again.
"The on
