(Nathaniel)
The drive home gave me another opportunity to talk with Amelia. She was looking through photographs on her phone when she turned the screen toward me. I was surprised to see a picture of us at the restaurant. We were looking at each other and laughing, completely unaware that the waiter had taken our photograph.
"I didn't know someone took that picture," I said. "When did that happen?" I looked at the photograph again. "I'd like you to send it to me."
"The waiter took it while we were laughing about your attempt to pronounce that dessert," Amelia explained. "He showed it to me before we left and asked if I wanted a copy." She smiled at the picture. "I thought it was too nice not to keep."
I thanked her and looked at the photograph again. We'd spent an entire evening togethe
