Richard
I wait for her outside when she pulls up to the valet.
Scarlet Stone steps out in a red dress and silver heels, a black coat hanging loosely on her shoulders and a silver purse clutched in her hand. I pull her into a warm hug that leaves her expensive perfume lingering on my suit.
The restaurant is quaint and romantic - a place where new couples meet to connect and old couples meet to reconnect. It's the perfect place to take a woman you're trying to impress.
From the look on her face, Scarlet seems impressed as she looks around. The gigantic chandelier hanging on the ceiling and illuminating warm light. Not too bright, not too dim. The expensive leather seats. The crisp, white linen napkins. The ankle-length aprons the servers wear. The spiral staircase and spotlessly clean f
