As Jeff and Mia stepped out of the cab, the glow of the streetlights illuminated the contentment and laughter on their faces.
They had just enjoyed a delightful dinner, the kind that leaves you feeling warm and satisfied, both from the food and the company.
As they walked to the door, Jeff glanced at Mia beside him, her face flushed from the wine and the warmth of their shared meal. Her brown eyes sparkled with amusement, her lips still curved in a smile.
"Did you see the look on that poor waiter's face when you ordered the chocolate lava cake for an appetizer?" Jeff asked his own smile wide enough to show off the dimple in his cheek.
Mia giggled as she handed the key to Jeff to unlock the door. The rich, decadent chocolate lingered on Mia's tongue, a sweet counterpoint to the tangy red wine.
"He looked like I'd personally insulted his Nonna's recipe."
