Dan nodded, taking a sip of his soda. “Angela, may I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure.” Having no idea what he might ask, she took a sip of her soda to mask her expression, just in case.

“Do you date often?”

She nearly spat out her soda, choking.

“I’m so sorry.” He rose from his seat and started patting her back, but she held up her hand to stop him. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, looking around. They had garnered the attention of nearly everyone in the restaurant. “I’m so sorry.” She took another sip of her soda to clear her throat.

“I’m so sorry.” Dan slid back into...