The bistro Augustus chose was tucked along the river, far from Shorebridge's fashionable restaurants.
No photographers. No business associates. No special treatment.
Just a quiet table beside the window and the comforting smell of freshly baked bread.
I approved.
"Look at you," I said as we settled into our seats.
Augustus raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Choosing somewhere without a private dining room or a twelve-page wine list."
"I occasionally eat normal food."
"Extraordinary."
He opened his menu. I watched him for a moment.
My boyfriend.
The words still felt wonderfully ridiculous.
"Something amusing?" he asked.
"Just thinking about how strange it is that I can officially call you my boyfriend."
"Would you prefer another title?"
"Don't tempt me. Supreme Executive Boyfriend?"
"No."
"Chief Romantic Officer?"
"Absolutely not."
"Darling Augustus?"
He lowered his menu. "That one I could tolerate."
I blinked.
Well. That was unexpected.
