Invisible Magic
Johanna looked fully prepared to make a scene, spots of red burning on her cheeks, her hands balling into fists at her sides. Thankfully, a toddling child broke away from her parents and wound herself around Johanna’s legs with an enthusiastic squeal. “Tante Hanna! Tante Hanna!” The father scooped up his wayward daughter seconds later, his family resemblance to my coworker quite evident as he herded everyone into the private suite.
I released the breath I was holding and shifted my gaze back to Lukas. He looked abashed. “I’d better get home,” I said, taking it upon myself to act since my companion seemed dumbstruck. I flagged our waiter and asked for a to-go box, then lowered my voice to address my boss again. “She’s going to assume we’re on a date, but if I leave you her
