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

in the best possible way — the way you feel conspicuous in a place that isn’t performing anything at you.

That was when I saw him.

He was in a corner booth, half-turned from the door, a spread of papers in front of him and a pen moving over them with the focused attention of someone working on something that requires actual thought. Dark hair slightly continue reading …