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

bag balanced on top, moving through the door with the ease of someone for whom the bell above it is already a familiar sound.

“No speeches,” he said, setting things on the counter. “Just coffee.”

He pulled a chair up without asking if it was alright, which meant he already knew it was.

“How are you?” he asked.

I thought about it genuinely.

“Clear,” I said.continue reading …