Shana~
The restaurant high in the sky is filled with customers, every table an island among the sea of flickering candles within the ocean of windows offering the most spectacular view of New York City. Our conversation pauses as the waiter returns with Trevor's credit card. I take in the stunning view as he signs the final bill and closes the small folder.
This is our second real date, third if you count the first night at the piano bar in Indianapolis. The thought makes me smile. Three dates in the course of a year. No one can say that we're rushing things. As soon as he places the pen on the tablecloth, I lean forward and speak. “Dinner was amazing. You really don't need to buy each time. I do have a spending stipend from Saks to cover my meals."
Trevor just smiles.
“You know," I
