Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart by Hayley

Chapter 58

Richard's POV

The moment Sarah walked through my door, I knew it was the right decision to ask her for a "do-over" date.

Seeing her again had stirred something up in me-something I'd tried hard to push down, to bury beneath work and excuses.

But now, she was here, and for some reason, the idea of going on a real date seemed right.

"So, a do-over date?" Sarah asked, raising an eyebrow as she leaned against the doorframe. Her expression was skeptical, but her lips were tugging at the corners, ready to smile. "Yeah," I said, trying not to sound as nervous as I felt. "You know, a fresh start. Nothing serious, no talk about... the past, just us. For once."

She tilted her head, studying me, then sighed and shrugged. "Alright, fine. Where are we going?"

I hadn't actually planned this part, so I scrambled for something. "Uh... I thought we'd start with a little walk. Tourist spots, maybe?"

She laughed, and I felt a bit foolish but grinned anyway.

"A walk?" she teased, crossing her arms. "That's your big date idea?"

"Come on, I'm just warming up," I shot back, trying to keep it light. "I can still surprise you, you know."

And with that, she let me lead her out.

The first stop was a street fair that had taken over one of the squares in the city. Stalls lined the sidewalks, with all kinds of art, knick-knacks, and foods that filled the air with spice and sweetness. Sarah's face lit up when we reached a cotton candy vendor, and I couldn't resist buying her a huge pink cloud of it. She held it up with a mix of amusement and awe, like it was something magical.

"I haven't had this in ages," she said, peeling off a piece and popping it in her mouth.

"See? Starting off strong," I joked, nudging her playfully.

before she could hide it. "Alright, alright, I'll give you that

the fair, talking about nothing and everything. The more we walked, the more I realized how much I'd missed this-her

every time she looked at me with those eyes, I felt that same knot in my stomach, the one that made me want to hold on tighter

of those tucked-away places filled with strange

piece that looked like it was nothing

to make sense of it. "I'm gonna say... a

covering her mouth

would you say it

after a pause, said, "A potato

river, walking along the water's edge as the sun started to dip lower in the sky. The

inside of me, like I

is," I said, though my eyes were on her. "Sometimes you just have to

knowing smile, and suddenly I felt like a teenager caught doing

throat. "What's your favorite thing

just like

I don't remember you as the wandering type," I teased,

looking down at her feet as she kicked a small

and I felt a pang in my chest. I wanted to reach out, to take her hand,

I just nodded, even though

couldn't help but wonder if I had changed

lit places with mismatched chairs and walls covered in old photos. We sat by the window, and I ordered us two

head as if weighing her answer. "Hmm... there was this one guy who took me to a restaurant that

an

convinced it was the coolest thing. He kept saying how 'innovative' it was, even though it

lit up as she told the story. "Well, I'll try to avoid skewers on future dates,

her eyebrow arching again, and