He paused for a moment before glancing out the window. “I work in a bookstore,” he replied, looking back at her.
“I’m doing better than I thought I would,” he replied, reaching across the table to take her hand. “It feels weird though.”
He looked out the window for a moment before looking back at her. “Did you always want to be a dancer, Fleur?”
She looked up at him in surprise, tilting her head. "Mostly, yes.. What did you want to do when you were younger?"
“Because, Fleur, my sweet, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t know how to drive a train,” he said, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows before taking their plates over to the bins.