Lighthouse 45 Restaurant

It was early evening when the family settled into their favorite corner.

Mom’s soft hum of chatter blended with the clink of cutlery while the curious eyes of the children took in the bright blues and yellows of the space. The latticework of the dividers behind them offered just the right amount of privacy while their feet kicked playfully beneath the table. Dad leaned back, his chair tipping softly, a smile curling up the corners of his lips as he watched them. Laughter bubbled up, speeding up the arrival of the waiter.