Keeping the Flame Burning<br />
&ldquo;I was afraid they might have remodeled.&rdquo; Justin mused. Amy followed his gaze around the room, quietly appreciating the way the light of the chandelier sparkled in his soft brown eyes, small as he was. They had chosen a secluded spot near the back of the restaurant, out of sight from any of the other occupied tables and almost out of earshot, aside from the quiet murmur of conversation audible in the lulls of jazzy background music.<br />
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