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with navy espadrilles. I’m not really a high heels kind of girl. My Irish-father-given strawberry hair is up in a high pony, and I have very little make up on, allowing my freckles to shine.  Jordan is wearing faded jeans, which look like they were molded to his body, a black button down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and black combat looking boots. You wouldn’t think that it would work, but it is a spectacular sight.
    Before I get the chance to check myself in the mirror, Jordan is already opening my door and offering me a hand. I accept his outreached hand and my skin feels like it is on fire where we are touching.  Even though I try to pull back a little, he beats me to it by threading his fingers through mine. When I look up at him, he just offers me a sexy wink, then leans down and kisses me on the temple again.  I’m starting to think that it is less “friend” and more “affection.” And I can’t lie, I’m starting to become addicted to it.
    We head into the Brewery House, and like the gentleman he is, Jordan opens the door for me and waves me through first. It doesn’t look too busy, so I don’t think there will be much of a wait.  I am still really nervous, and don’t have Jordan’s hand to ground me anymore as he needed it to open the door for me. Damn chivalry.  As we approach the hostess stand, I have plenty of time to assess the hostess.  She looks to be about college age. Perky like a sorority girl, or maybe a cheerleader.  She is petite and is wearing the tightest, shortest black shorts I have ever seen.  Like something I would probably sleep in if I didn’t know that it would give me a yeast infection. That’s how insanely tight they are.  I guess she’s kinda pretty, if you like that look, but I actually think that my natural look is much more appealing. The reason I have ample opportunity to form these thoughts, is that she hasn’t taken her eyes off of Jordan. Not for a second. I’m not sure she even realizes that I am here.
    “Table for two please,” I hear Jordan say, even though she hasn’t asked him a single thing yet.
    She just giggles, which is what causes me to come back to my senses.  Is she really flirting with my date?  And what is he doing? I finally turn to face Jordan, and am completely surprised with what I see.  Although he is talking to her, he is looking directly at me. When he notices that he has my attention, he starts making silly faces at me.  I try not to laugh, but I just can’t hold it in.  A laugh eventually spurts out of my lips, then a snort escapes me, and I am utterly embarrassed.  I see Jordan’s eyes widen for a split second, and now knowing that exact moment when he registers my snort, I try to hide my face behind my hands.
    “Absolutely not. Don’t hide from me, pretty girl,” he says sweetly then gently pulls my hands away from my face.  He crouches down to my eye level, since he is so freaking tall, then looks me right in the eyes. I try to close them, but I can’t.  His beauty mesmerizes me.
    “Never hide from me. I like everything about you…snorts and all.”
    “It’s warts, goof ball,” I tease.
    He mock gasps. “You have warts? That’s from all of the frogs you’ve been kissing. And now…” I cut him off.
    “Now I’ve found my prince?”
    A throat clears before either of us is able to comment on what just transpired.
    “Right this way,” the hostess says then walks away, not even concerned enough to look if we are following her. 
    Screw her, she can’t bring me down.  I’m feeling confident and more beautiful than ever. But, of course, that doesn’t last very long.
    The restaurant is essentially a big square box.  There are booths set up around the perimeter, and then rows of tables.  There are half-walls separating the rows, but the tables are butt up against the walls, so it actually looks like you are sharing a table with other customers.
    As we follow the hostess to our table, I quickly