He looked at her anxious expression and nodded. She was so much easier to read than Lisa.
The waitress arrived and took their orders.
When she left, Sam looked at Hal in surprise. "Only a salad?"
He snorted. "These aren't exactly the healthiest of salads. If I added the dressing, it might match your chicken tenders and fries for calories."
She looked worried. "Am I overeating?"
"No, that's not what I said or meant. Eat what you like. You seem to take care of your body... very well," Hal insisted awkwardly.
That shy smile returned to her lips as her eyes looked down at his hand on hers. She noticed a scar in the middle of the back of his hand. Her brow furrowed as she turned his hand over to see a corresponding scar on his palm. Something had punched through his hand! She recalled see
