Mexican Restaurant

We decided on a Mexican restaurant a few minutes from the hotel.

Sarah seemed excited as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. “I haven’t had good Mexican food in forever.”

“You say that every time we go out,” I teased.

“Because it’s true.”

Mrs. Morgan laughed from the back seat. “She’s been saying that since she was a kid.”

We walked inside and were seated at a booth. Sarah sat beside me while Mrs. Morgan sat across from us.

The conversation was easy from the start. We talked about the trip, school, graduation, and what Sarah and I were hoping to do after I finished college.

Mrs. Morgan asked me about my plans after graduation, and I explained that I was still figuring out exactly what I wanted to do.

Sarah reached over and squeezed my hand. “Whatever he decides, I’m excited for what’s next.”

I smiled at her.

Mrs. Morgan smiled too. “You two have been together a long time. It’s nice seeing you together.”

“Yeah,” I said. “It is.”

For the moment, sitting there with Sarah and her mom, everything felt surprisingly normal.

That was until the server came up to the table