We’d met almost two years ago next to the U.S. Court of Appeals building downtown while he was there on court business. I worked for the City of Richmond as an administrator at City Hall which was across the street from the court, and I would often eat lunch in a tiny park behind it. He’d been charming, and he was very easy on the eye. I didn’t talk to strange men, but he had been persistent, and after a few weeks of talking and messaging back and forth, I agreed to spend a weekend with him in DC, where he lived. After that, things became steady, though we had never discussed what the status of our relationship was. We both began using the term boyfriend a short while later, and that was the extent of it.
“Here you go, gentlemen.” A waiter placed our drinks in front of us and scurried off
