He Planned the Restaurant, Ordered the Wine Months in Advance, and Then Used a Dinner Bill to Determine Whether I Deserved a Proposal
The restaurant was bathed in soft, amber light. Candle flames flickered on each table, casting shadows across the white linen cloths and crystal glassware. Outside, a winter wind pushed past the large windows, rattling the glass slightly, while inside, warmth and intimacy clashed with tension that no one else could sense. She sat across from…