[Little Roma Pizzeria]
By the time they arrived, the city was glowing under strings of warm yellow lights.
Evelyn looked out the window and blinked in surprise. "A pizzeria?"
Alexander parked smoothly and glanced at her. "You said you wanted something simple. So, simple it is."
She smiled despite herself. "You actually listened."
"I always listen," he said as he unbuckled his seat belt. "This is where Lucas and I often satisfy our late night pizza cravings."
The restaurant was tucked into a quiet street corner. It was cozy and unpretentious.
String lights crisscrossed the outdoor patio, laughter drifted from the tables and the smell of fresh dough and basil hung in the air.
It was nothing like the grand dinners she used to attend with Jack and yet it already felt infinitely better. She could already say that this dinner was going to be the best one in months.
