The Dinner Evening

After rehearsal, Noah walked Emily out, the evening sunlight casting a warm glow.

"Want to grab dinner with me tonight?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.

Emily's heart skipped a beat.

"Love to," she replied.

Noah smiled, leading her to his car.

They arrived at Olive Graden, a cozy Italian restaurant

At Olive Graden restaurant Noah and Emily sat across from each other .

Noah ordered spaghetti with meatballs.

Emily choose Grilled Chicken Ceasar Salad.

As the waited for their food , Noah's gaze linger on Emily smile .

Emily tried reaching for the breadsticks, but they were just out of reach.

"Can you pass the breadsticks, please?" Emily asked.

Noah handed them to her, their fingers touching as she took the basket.

The brief contact sent shivers down Emily's spine.

Noah's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze lingering.

For a moment, they froze, hands still touching.

Emily's cheeks flushed.

Noah's face softened.

Slowly, they released each other's hands, the tension palpable.

"Thanks," Emily whispered.

"No problem," Noah replied, his voice low.

Their food arrived,

As they savoured their meals, conversation flows effortlessly.

Noah spoke of his music inspirations, from classic rock to contemporary.

Emily revealed her songwriting dreams, and Noah listened intently.

As the night flew by,

Noah checked his watch.

"It's getting late," he said. "I should drive you home."

Emily nodded,

"I had a wonderful time tonight," Emily said.

Noah smiled. "Me too. Would you like to do it again soon?"

Emily's heart skipped a beat. "I'd love to."

As they walked out of the restaurant, the evening air held promise.