“Helen! Sorry I’m late,” Troy said, adjusting the open collar of his shirt. She smiled, “It’s alright, you gave me time to look over the menu.” She said, lowering the letterpressed cardstock and picking up her martini. Troy quickly situated himself as their waiter arrived, making sure every strand of his slicked back hair was in place.
The Date
The Date
The Date
“Helen! Sorry I’m late,” Troy said, adjusting the open collar of his shirt. She smiled, “It’s alright, you gave me time to look over the menu.” She said, lowering the letterpressed cardstock and picking up her martini. Troy quickly situated himself as their waiter arrived, making sure every strand of his slicked back hair was in place.