Shortly before 7 o'clock, Brock pulled into the parking lot of an Italian restaurant. Once they stopped Brock got out of the car and went over to Reba's side. He politely opened the door for her and together, holding hands, they walked inside the restaurant. "Good evening sir welcome to Cesar's." The hostess said as he greeted the couple when they walked inside. "We have reservations for two under Hart." Brock told the gentleman. "Right this way please." Brock and Reba were led to their table, which was in the back and lit with candlelight. "Your waiter will be right with you. Enjoy your night." The hostess said as he handed them their menu and excused himself.
"Brock this is such a nice restaurant." Reba told him, while she looked through the menu that was given to her. "This is my way of saying thank you for everything that you've done for me Reba. I mean it when I say it too." She put down the menu and for what seemed like five minutes, Brock and Reba stared at each other. Neither talking nor moving, until their waiter, Steven, showed up to take their table. "Good evening, my name is Steven, and I will be your waiter for the night. Can I start you off with a bottle of wine?" Brock nodded and asked Reba what kind she would like. "You pick." She told Brock. Steven and Brock discussed the options, and then Steven left to go get their drinks.
"You look really beautiful tonight Reba." Reba smiled at him, and from there the conversation flowed smoothly through dinner. They talked about everything from how the kids were doing to if things could possibly ever go back to the way they used to be before it went downhill. After dinner, Brock drove Reba back to her house. He walked Reba up to the front door like a gentleman to make sure she got inside okay. It was there at the door when they were saying goodbye that everything was about to change.