We followed the host deeper into the restaurant, through warm lighting and quiet conversations that floated around like whispers. Couples leaning close, wine glasses clinked gently, and every table had candles glowing like tiny fireflies trapped in glass.
Our table was set near a tall window overlooking the city—New York shining like it wanted to show off.
Mason pulled out a chair for me, and I sat, trying to keep calm. He sat across from me, so relaxed you could tell he was born in this kind of place.
We opened our menus, I pretended to understand half of what I was reading.
I scanned the menu. Every dish sounded like it was spelled in wealth. Mason looked over his menu with the ease of someone used to this world.
I guess he noticed I was a little confused so he helped me choose. “Th
