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The Iron Horse's exterior may have appeared nondescript with its darkened windows and weathered brick facade, but stepping inside revealed a cozy interior. Thick, dark wood tables and plush cushioned chairs created an inviting atmosphere adorned with vintage rock posters from Woodstock and Led Zeppelin, among other memorabilia.
Seated at a table against the far wall, the hostess handed us menus. I already knew what I wanted—a cheeseburger with gruyere, sautéed mushrooms, and waffle fries. Despite not typically being a beer drinker, the allure of a sweet microbrew called Sunday Sundae, with hints of chocolate and caramel, was too tempting to resist.
"What are you getting?" Ty inquired as she closed her menu.
"A cheeseburger," I confirmed.
"Let me guess, mushrooms and gruyere?" he teased.
"How did you know?" I chuckled.
"Seriously? I've known you for your entire life," he reminded me.
"What about you?" I prompted.
"Double grilled cheese with fried pickles and shoestring fries. They have a red stout I want to try. Are you getting a beer?" Ty questioned.
"Sunday, Sundae," I replied.
"Too sweet for me," he remarked.
Our conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a platinum blonde waitress, clad in the uniform of a black Iron Horse t-shirt and black jeans, ready to take our order. Once she left, Ty turned back to me with another question.
“How is everything?”
I shrugged. “Good. Work is good, and the apartment is good. I’m adjusting to everything.”
He stared at me momentarily as if he was weighing the question he wanted to ask.
“Any nightmares?”
“Not really,” I lied.
Ty was well aware of my nightmares. When we were kids, we camped out in my backyard in a big tent. I scared the shit out of him when I woke up screaming. He moved his sleeping bag next to me and held my hand for the rest of the night.
“That’s good. I’m happy to hear it.”
“How about you?”
“Things are good. I might be able to transition to the daytime.”
I chuckled. “And give up your vampire tendencies?”
“I am not a vampire. I like being out at night,” I protested.
“Exactly, you’re a vampire. I should check you for fangs.”
Ty sneered so I could see he didn’t have the fangs I accused him of.
His eyes traveled over my clothing. “I like your dress.”
“Thanks. It’s very comfortable.”
“It’s cute. You’re cute.”
I felt my face heat and thanked God that the waitress came with our drinks. I took a long sip, letting the sweetness of the Sunday Sundae roll over my tongue. I had my eyes closed and Ty was staring at me when I opened them.
“I’ve never seen you enjoy beer so much.”
