Sam got the door of the restaurant for Gabriel. The angel had promised to try a normal date, just the two of them. As they were seated Gabriel eyed the dessert cart. “Can I skip dinner and go right for dessert?”
“No. Normal date.” Sam touched his foot under the table.
Gabriel rolled his eyes, but picked up the menu. Sam leaned across the table and kissed him. “I’ll make dessert worth it, I promise.”
“You better, Sammich.”