The place Ian chose for lunch was Six Seven. We picked a table on the terrace where we could enjoy the view of Puget Sound and the Olympic Mountains. For starters, I chose spicy tuna tacos while Ian opted for the Mediterranean flatbread. For the main course, we both preferred the truffle steak, grilled, accompanied by crispy potatoes, blue cheese, and arugula.
"Do you want to share your panna cotta with me?"
I see amusement dancing in his eyes. I avoid sighing; instead, I rolled my eyes. The waiter waits patiently, unaware that Ian isn't exactly talking about dessert.
"Really? I shared my brownie, and now you want me to share my panna cotta?" My tone is suggestive, and he notices.
"Well, good things are meant to be shared."
Ha!
He picks up the wine menu. "They say this place has the
