10 NOAH“I’m in the mood for red meat, this is perfect,” Sterling says as we walk down the crowded sidewalk after work toward the steakhouse we had planned to meet at.
I pull open the door to the restaurant and gesture for him to enter.
Once we’re seated with our drinks—a pint of IPA for me, and a glass of red wine for him—Sterling leans closer. “Did you and your lovely bride make any more headway on your relationship yet?”
I shrug. “Not yet.” She’s far from being my bride, for one thing. “But I, for one, am not giving up hope.” I take another sip of my drink. “In fact, after dinner, I’m meeting her at our new apartment. A gift from her father.”
“No kidding?”
I nod.
“Living together, huh. That’s a big step.”
“Indeed.”
For a moment, I put myself in Sterling’s shoes and wonder if he’s
