I feel Dominic’s hand on my lower back as he leads me through the hotel lobby.
“So what do you think?” he asks as we wait for the elevator.
“About what? The hotel? It’s nice.” I look up at the giant chandelier hanging above us.
“I wasn’t talking about the hotel. Did you hear anything I just said?”
“I think you said something about the restaurant.”
He rolls his eyes, smiling. “I was telling you how the restaurant rotates. But I guess you didn’t find it that interesting.”
We’re on the elevator now with people all around us, so I don’t want to ask about the rotating restaurant even though I’m dying to know more. How does a restaurant rotate? My ears pop as the elevator takes us to the top floor. It opens to the restaurant, which has windows on all sides showing off views of the city.
