It was as if he knew a few secrets.
The restaurant Robin picked was gay; quite the opposite of those quiet corners of the world I'd been retreating into lately. Plates clattered and murmurs of conversation were everywhere, and for a moment, anxiety tugged at me. All of this would have been so much easier if I did think everything was going to be alright, and if I could just go with everything the way it was.
But Robin was beside me, an anchoring presence. With hardly any wait, we were ushered to a table, and just about before the waitress had left us with menus, Robin was leaning across the table, glinting in his eyes that familiar hint of mischief.
"So, what's it going to be? Comfort food or something a little more adventurous?" He glanced up from the menu.
I looked down at the menu,
