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

are photographers. People are watching from the restaurant. You walked out of my shower—”

“You didn’t give me a seat,” I said.

The words were quiet. They didn’t require volume.

“It was an oversight,” she said. “A mistake. We can talk about this later, privately—”

“You invited me,” I said. “You confirmed the invitation. You gave a seat to your Pilates instructor continue reading …