She takes my extended hand, a beautiful giggle escaping as I wave to the waiter as we pass.
"The prick deserved that," she says.
I snort a laugh.
We exit onto the sidewalk, and I turn to her. "I don't know what I was thinking. I—"
"No," she says, interrupting me before I babble incoherent shit. "I get it. We both want a fresh start, but this isn't it."
"It's not." I'm so fucking relieved. "How about we walk instead, see where the night goes?"
She tugs my hand, eyes bright. "Let's go."
Fingers entwined.
We walk.
And talk.