Stefan's car pulled up in front of a fancy--looking restaurant. He stepped out and helped Dorothy out of the car.

"At least put a smile on your face, would you?" Dorothy said, her lips curving up as she looked at Stefan's reluctant expression.

"I'm only here because you want me to be," Stefan huffed.

"No, you're here because you already promised your mother you'd show up. You don't want to keep a woman waiting at a restaurant," Dorothy corrected him, taking his hand and ...