“Oh, Ace!” She took the flowers from him, tracing a fingertip along the edges of the petals with a smile. “These are beautiful.” She stepped back enough to allow him to come in, and bustled off to find a vase for the roses. Then she came back and offered him a kiss. “Where are we going?”


A sheepish grin graced Ace’s features as he stared down at her, shifting his weight from one leg to the other in slight hesitation. Asking Lily out was more of a mutual agreement, but with Summer, it was more his scramble to take the reins, his prevention of leaving a bad taste in her mouth if he showed no interest in their first date, like he did Lily.

“There’s restaurant on the Upper Eastside a good friend was telling me about the other day— The Loeb Boathouse in Central Park?”

She blinked at him for a moment, mouth falling open a little. “Oh — ! Oh, of course. That sounds lovely!” She looked down at herself, slightly shabby exercise pants and faded t-shirt. “I should probably change, I think … “ 

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