She got a pensive look and ducked her head before speaking again. “So why me?” she asked, not looking at him.

     “Honestly?” he asked and waited for her to look up and nod. “I don’t really know.” He smiled at his own honesty. “There’s just something about you, Peyton Smith. Something that makes me want to get to know you better.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Phil said, coming to the table with an abashed grin on his face, “but we’re closing up and…”

     Finn looked around to realize they were the only two people left in the restaurant.

     “Oh God,” Peyton said. “We’re so sorry.”

     How had that happened? How had...