"This place is fine," Danny insists, hooking his thumb over the hand that is covering his own. "I'm fine, the bread's fine." Or he's sure it would have been had he gotten a chance to have any.

He flicks his eyes to Mindy's, giving her a flash of a smile, before they drop to the open menu he's cradling in an arm. "Let's just order. Don't choose anything really heavy, okay. I wanna take you dancing."