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

card out for me. When I pointed this out, my mother told me this place would suit me better.” I paused. “She called it a dirty pub.”

His jaw tightened, just slightly. “Dirty,” he repeated, with the tone of a man trying the word in his mouth and finding it entirely wrong for its intended purpose.

I pressed my lips together against the sting that had been continue reading …