By the time noon rolled around, Delilah was engrossed in work, the earlier unease the flower had brought was a forgotten memory.
Delilah glanced at the clock and when she realized she was about to be late for her lunch with Damon, she grabbed her bag and hurried out of the office.
Delilah had never been to that restaurant before, so the moment she walked into the premises, she decided that she wanted to come back there another time for a date with Hunter.
The thought of it made her smile. She was amused by how easily Hunter had become a part of her life and how natural it felt to plan a date with him.
Damon was already seated at a corner table, his grin widening when he saw her. He stood as she approached, pulling out her chair.
"Such a gentleman," Delilah teased as she sat down.
"I love to impress," Damon quipped, his voice warm.
After they placed their orders, Damon leaned back in his chair, studying her.
