Dean and April enjoyed the ambience after their meal, it started to get dark as night time approached and Dean removed his jacket and leaned forward as he draped it around April's shoulders in case she got cold.
The small gestures meant the most to April who was used to being treated otherwise. It was more comfortable to expect less from people because the more you expect from them the more you will only hurt yourself in the end.
"Shall we go home?" Dean realised how cold and late it was getting and although they were enjoying each other's company he didn't want April to get a cold and he had the keys to the gallery so they could come back again any time they wanted.
April turned to ask Dean in a small voice, "Home?"
Dean smiled, "Yes home."
"Oh okay," April replied and she stood from the table and pulled Dean's jacket around her shoulders, his warmth surrounding her.
