Poor Sidon. He had to get himself all wrapped up in a girl who was more likely to say, 'And to be continued,' and flee from these conversations entirely in most situations. The fact that Vette was actually sitting around and still cuddling was practically a miracle unto itself. You were doing fine but dating a disaster, bud.

Well, less cuddling now, more giggling and trying to duck under Sidon's arm as more rain began to fall in earnest.

"And was there a contingency plan for rain?"

One of these dates she'd totally get more than two bites into her meal!