Stacey
It was a nice autumn day in New Hampshire and a few of my college friends thought it would be nice to dine at a new restaurant. The leaves were turning their bright colors and the temperatures were still in the low sixties, making it perfect evening weather. I had pretty much been a recluse the whole semester as I spent all my time studying and had little time for socializing. I really needed a break, and I was glad my friends encouraged me to join them. Upon arriving at the restaurant, we were met by the maître de and seated at a nice table overlooking Lake Sunapee. The sun was low in the sky, and it was promising to be a spectacular sunset. We chatted about nothing and waited for our waitress to take …