1955
The restaurant was a cozy, bustling place with checkered tablecloths and the warm scent of pasta and garlic in the air. Katherine and Ava sat across from James and Adrian, a small, intimate group at a round table. The girls, old friends, fell into easy conversation, their laughter a soft melody in the noisy room.
"You really have a good eye when it comes to boyfriends," Ava whispered to Katherine with a playful wink. She gestured with her chin toward James, who was engaged in conversation with Adrian.
Katherine chuckled, a blush rising on her cheeks. "He's something else, isn't he?"
