The last thing he wanted was to scare her more than she already was. There was only one person who he wanted to comfort her. He wanted her to be able to talk to him.

"We can keep going if you want," he offered, grabbing the menu off of the countertop again and flipping through its pages until he found the one he was looking for.

"How does steak sound?" he asked, smiling softly at her, waiting patiently for her response.

"Sure."

He flipped it open, showing her the pictures. He pointed at two steaks in particular.

They both looked good to him, so he handed the menu back over...