His face sank. "Krista, don't lie to me."

"Why should I lie to you? It's really spicy." I picked up my glass and took a sip of orange juice.

He got up, walked up to me, took my shoulders and bent over. "Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Looking at him, my heart was inexplicably weak. "Last time, you said you wanted to take me to see fireworks, but I didn't go in anger, but now, I regret it. I really want to see fireworks. After dinner, can you take me?"

I deflated my mouth and couldn't hold back my tears.

He held out his hand to help me in...