Jane was grateful that he broke the connection before the urge to kiss him again became irresistible. Meant to be. Like a fairy tale. Or an episode of Sex and the City.

She ordered two chocolate cannolis and walked them down to the end of the counter to the cashier. She still felt strange letting him pay for this too but she held her tongue. His thumb on the back of her hand sent small shivers up her arm and made her heartbeat quicken. She wondered if inviting him back to her place would end up being a bad idea. He was old-fashioned and so was she. Sleeping with someone on the first date was definitely not part of the old-fashioned playbook.

"Does that mean you want to come back here again?"