As we drove back to her family’s home, her fingers tangled with mine, I couldn’t help but think it had been the perfect first date. The food and scenery were good, but getting to know Hen outside of work? Even better. I could talk to her for hours or sit silently beside her for the same amount of time. I didn’t want this date to end. Didn’t want to walk her to the end of the sidewalk and say goodnight.
