Dates | Five

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

"So," Sarah said, leaning against the railing, "date number five. Are we supposed to have a plan now?" Elias looked at her—the way her eyes crinkled

Three days later, Elias asked her to mini-golf. Sarah, it turned out, was a "professional-level" amateur with a competitive streak that involved trash-talking a fiberglass windmill. Elias lost by twelve strokes but won a bet that resulted in Sarah having to buy him a very questionable street taco. As they sat on a park bench under a flickering streetlight, Elias realized he hadn't checked his phone once in four hours. "So," Sarah said, leaning against the railing, "date