“To whatever you want it to be.” He grins and winks, reaching out to grab my hand and pull me along. “Come on, the coffee shop is right around the corner. We can still make it there before they get hit with the lunch rush.”

We walk about a block, and my feet are aching a little bit, but not too bad. I've wanted to wear these heels for ages and never had a place to go. Heels like these have no place on the farm back home.

He pulls the door open on the coffee shop and I'm hit with the bold scent of espresso, fresh coffee, and sweet...