The whole truth

Candlelight and pizza are excellent with the right person. For me, the right person was sitting across from me, and it wouldn't have mattered where we were as long as we were together. But Brynne needed food and I needed to hear her story, so Bellissima's would do as well as any other place.

We had a table in a dark, private corner, a bottle of red wine, and one giant sausage and mushroom to share. I tried not to make her uncomfortable by staring too hard, but it was damn difficult not to because my eyes were starved for the view of her. Ravenous.

I did my best to be a considerate listener instead. Across from me Brynne looked like she was struggling with how to begin. I smiled at her and commented on how good the food tasted. I found myself wishing she would eat a little more but kept my mouth shut on that matter. I am sure I'm not a moron. I grew up with an older sister and the lessons learned from Hannah have definitely stuck with me throughout the years. Women don't like to be tol