chapter 18

Joan’s pov

It was my first date night, and we drove all the way down to the community garden. “I hope you didn’t eat, because I brought a threat along,” he said, opening the door for me and leading me out, bewildered by the view.

There was a blanket on the floor, and there was a basket on it. “I know it’s not much, but I just thought it would be better than just a normal dinner where we could sit and watch the sky together.” My heart welled up with so many emotions, and he was so considerate.

“I love it!” I exclaimed.

He took my hands, and we walked over to the blanket, bread, wine, some fruits, and a lot of chocolate. "I just want to get to know you more. I spent my time looking at you, and I might have made so many assumptions about you that night that are not true. So tell me yours, and I will tell you mine."

I gave it some thought. There wasn’t much about me that I could tell everybody, "My dad died in an accident, my mom remarried, and I hate my new family so much.” I expected h