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“Um,” I say, stalling.

I was so busy staring at Davis and talking to him that I haven’t really looked over the menu that much.

“I recommend the goat cheese and tomato bruschetta,” our waiter tells us, and I nod, looking at Davis.

“Sure, we’ll do that one.”

“Very good.”

The waiter leaves to put in our order, and I vow to pick out a meal before I get sucked in by Davis again.

“What looks good?” He asks me, and I chew on my bottom lip.

“Um, I’m thinking the filet mignon,” I tell him, and he nods. “What about you?”

“The sirloin,” he says.

“The eight ounce,” I say, and he laughs.

“No, the big one.”

“You can’t eat all of that!” I say, glancing down at his flat stomach.

“Wanna bet?” He asks, a devilish look in his eyes.

“What’s the bet?” I ask him, leaning forward towards him.

“If I do, you go out with me again.”

“And if you don’t?” I ask.

“I will.”

I like how cocky and confident he is. I like that he’s not afraid to tell or show me that he’s interested in me.

“Deal,” I say, and he smirks.

Our waiter comes back, and Davis orders for both of us. I’m eager for it to be just the two of us again so that I can get to know him more.

“What made you choose the Army?” I ask him when we’re alone.

“I just wanted to see more of the world,” he says. “The Army seemed like a good way to do that.”

“Did you like your time in the military?”

“Some of it. Some of it was boring, but I liked the people I worked with or deployed with. What about you? What made you choose photography?” He asks me.

“I’m not sure that it was a choice. My dad was a photographer, and he gave me my first camera. I just fell in love with it. I loved how the world looked through the viewfinder. I loved capturing moments and memories.”

“Is your dad still a photographer? He must be so proud of you,” he says with an easy smile.

“He was, he would be. He, uh, he passed away a few years ago.”

“Shit. Cameron, I’m sorry,” he says, reaching across the table and wrapping his fingers around mine.

“Thanks. He was the best. I miss him a lot. I guess photography makes me feel closer to him. He was a wedding and portrait photographer, but he loved nature. We went hiking a lot. Every weekend that he didn’t have a wedding, we were out in nature,” I tell him.

Our waiter comes back with our appetizer and we pause to dig in.

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