Elias looked at her—the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled and the effortless way she had become a part of his week. "I don't have a plan," he admitted. "But I’m already thinking about what we’re doing for date six."
The air in the small coffee shop was thick with the scent of roasted beans and the nervous energy of two people who had absolutely no idea what they were doing. Five Dates
Sarah reached out and took his hand. "Good. Because I'm still owed a rematch at mini-golf." If you'd like, I can: Write a about their first anniversary. Rewrite the story from Sarah’s perspective . Change the genre (make it a mystery or a thriller). Elias looked at her—the way her eyes crinkled