Oren
Fifteen years ago
People eased their way between tables, filling most of the chairs. I watched as some people took more than their fair share of space. For a weeknight, the little restaurant off the beaten path was crowded. It was a local treasure. Tourists liked the flashy new places, but this was where the residents congregated, where the food and drinks never disappointed. From my vantage point, I could see the entire room. It was mostly filled with couples, sipping wine and talking close. That was what couples did: they leaned near one another and shared their space, their breath.
If I were home, I might be doing that. Who was I kidding? More than likely not.
I glanced again at my watch. I was early, waiting for Vincent to arrive. It was one of those meetings that I couldn't
