He Gave My Reservation To His Parents—Unaware The Restaurant Was My Brother’s

butter sage sauce.

But my mind wasn’t fully on the food. It wasn’t on the delicate balance of flavors or the technical perfection.

It was on Ryan.

It was on the table across the room, near the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline. The table I had reserved three months ago, calling on a Tuesday morning the moment reservations opened continue reading …