Jason exited the cab he’d arrived in and entered the restaurant.
The maître d' approached him. “Good evening, sir. How may I help you?”
“I’m supposed to meet a friend here,” Jason replied. “She’s attending an alumni event at this restaurant.”
“Do you have a name, sir?”
“Dr. Gabriella Landi.” Jason hoped someone who knew her well would be curious about who Gabriella’s visitor was.
“One minute, please. Would you like to wait at the bar?”
“Sure.”
The maître d' led the way, and soon Jason sat at the bar nursing a glass of sparkling water. He turned and studied the place as he waited. The restaurant seemed to have two private rooms as far as he could tell from the foot traffic. One group seemed to be having some sort of senior citizen celebration, while young men and women who looked to
