My mind races as the host stares at us with a sympathetic glint in his eyes. Just then a beautiful couple that is dressed in matching outfits, walk up to the reception to speak to the host and we are forced to stand aside and give them space. We watch with furrowed brows as the host ushers them to their table. “Hey…don’t fret…I'm sure we can go to another place,” I simper trying to ease Alex's frustration. He sighs and rubs his forehead, “I didn’t want to take you anywhere else, this is one of the best restaurants in the city,” he laments. The host returns to his desk and he notices that we are still there.
“I'm so sorry Mr. Rothcop, I wish there was something I could do to help but as you can see the tables are fully booked,” he ruefully says.
We stroll out of the restaurants with our
