Sure enough, Nora breezed right past the burger place I’d thought we were going to and pulled into the parking lot for the Whale’s Tail. This was definitely the restaurant my mom had been talking about, although I was still adamant this wasn’t a date. I maintained this stance as Nora hopped out of the car and zipped around to open my door before I had a chance to do it myself. “Let me help you out.” Nora held out her hand for me, and honestly, what was I going to do? It would’ve been rude not to accept it as the friendly gesture it was surely meant to be. I was raised to have manners, after
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