"Stop fidgeting, Evangeline." Dante frowned, though he was also fidgety himself and was making sure that his polo had no crease every five minutes or so. "It's just my Mom.
"It's just..." Evangeline let out a deep breath. "I didn't imagine I'd meet her like this again."
"You'll be fine," He assured, flashing a genuine smile that was such a rare sight now that they were dating. "Just remember what we talked about. Don't--"
"Don't talk about something embarrassing," Evangeline finished for him. "Got it."
"Good girl," Dante patted her head as if she were his pet, and Evangeline purred in response.
'𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨,' I thought as I watched Dante take her gloved hand and head toward a specific table.
Death looked around the new place that the In-Between morphed into, looking confused.
They were at a posh restaurant, so posh it even had a crystal chandelier attached to the ceiling.
