“Let me get this straight.” Andrew felt himself relaxing as they continued to chat amiably. “I buy a ticket for a dollar and I can taste one of your little cakes?”
“That’s basically it, but not quite.” Sylvie’s shifted slightly in her seat to angle toward him. “Again, from what I’ve been told, tastes range from two to four tickets.”
“That makes sense.” Andrew felt a surge of triumph when he snagged a parking spot only a couple blocks from Perfect Pizza. When he shut off the engine, he turned to Sylvie. “Have you ever eaten at this place?”
She shook her head. “I’ve heard it’s really good pizza.”
“Mitzi and Keenan must think so.”
“This will be another first.”
Andrew puzzled over the comment on their walk to the restaurant. Later, on their way home after an enjoyable dinner, he finally realized what Sylvie had meant.
They’d never gone out with another couple when they’d been together in Boston. He could have called up several friends who were married and made arrangements for the four of them to go out. Likewise, Sylvie had several friends from the bakery where she worked who were in relationships. But she’d never suggested they get together.
The reasons didn’t matter now. What mattered was that he was getting to know her here, in a way that perhaps had not been possible in Boston.
What he was realizing is that the more he got to know, the more he wanted to know. Which meant he wasn’t going anywhere, at least not anytime soon.