Megan gripped my hand tight. We had only been dating for a few weeks and she still held hands like she was anchoring me to her life. I gently squeezed her hand back to reassure her that I was still with her. She didn’t say anything but flashed me a grateful smile.

“So this place is supposed to be good?” I asked.

“The Casa de los Persones has the best mexican food.” Megan said. “I know you’ll love it.”

The outside of the building looked like all the other mexican restaurants in the area- the same “south western” earth colors, the same squat and bulky shape and the same neon signs and brightly colored posters on the wall advertising available beers. The only thing that I noticed which was really different was that I couldn’t smell food cooking from the street. I kept my assessment to myself. Megan obviously really liked this place and I didn’t want to ruin a date with my negativity.

After the constant contact I was surprised when Megan let go of my hand to dart ahead and open the door for me. “After you!”