Hehehe, and you call me cheesy. [Clearly though, John is touched by the sentiment. He grins and gives Rose's hand another squeeze, just as the waitress returns with their salads.]
[Once the plates have been placed on the table and thank you's exchanged, the waitress leaves again. John lets go of Rose's hand but instead of picking up his fork, he picks up his glass and holds it up.] A toast before we dig in? Or would it be weird for us to toast to our own future?
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[Once the plates have been placed on the table and thank you's exchanged, the waitress leaves again. John lets go of Rose's hand but instead of picking up his fork, he picks up his glass and holds it up.] A toast before we dig in? Or would it be weird for us to toast to our own future?