Sixty-eight

Andreas couldn't help but feel nostalgic as he walked into the same restaurant where he had taken Rebecca on their first date. The memories of that night flooded his mind as they were ushered to their table. He could see the same twinkle in her eyes, the same innocence that had captured his heart all those years ago.

As they sat down, Andreas teased Rebecca about the wine incident. "Remember the last time we were here and I made you try that wine? You hated it, didn't you?" he chuckled, remembering how she had tried to hide her distaste for the drink.

Rebecca smiled, "Yes, I remember. But it wasn't the wine, it was just my inexperience with it."

Andreas laughed, "Well, I'll make sure to order something more to your liking this time."

He took charge of the menu and ordered steak for both of them. He knew it was her favorite and he wanted to make this dinner special for her. As they waited for their food, they chatted about their day and caught up on the latest news.

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