“Where do you think you will go?” she inquired.
“I’ve no idea; he said he would get back to me.”
“Paul, I am so happy for you.”
“Gina, we’re only going for dinner; we’re not getting married, or moving in together.”
“I know, but it’s a first step,” she said, cradling my hand in hers.
It was a very scary first step, but also one I wanted; no, I needed to take.