Meredith and Brayden were sitting at the bar in the dimly lit luxury bowling alley. There were couches set up with tables in front of the scattered in the center of the room. At the other wall was another bar that led into the back of the place where the bowling was taking place. The atmosphere was very chic and intimate.
"Long Island?" Meredith raised an eyebrow at Brayden after setting her half emptied glass back down on her coaster.
"Hmm?" Brayden was sipping an amaretto sour as he glanced towards Meredith.
"I've never seen you order anything other than wine when we go out." Meredith took another long sip of her beverage before continuing. "Even when we are at home we only have wine with dinner."
Brayden set his drink down and turned to his wife. Meredith was confused as Brayden looked at her as though he was reading the book of her soul. He had such a deep searching look in his eyes and she wasn't sure what had prompted this look.
