There Was No Seat for Me at the Luxury Restaurant. By Dessert, They Regretted It

Rebecca appeared beside me with the particular ease of a person who has choreographed this moment.

“Something wrong?” she asked, in a voice calibrated to sound like concern.

“I can’t find my place card,” I said, giving her the opportunity to flush and apologize and fix it.

She sighed with the specific quality of someone who has been mildly inconvenienced continue reading …