He Gave My Reservation To His Parents—Unaware The Restaurant Was My Brother’s

capers. Then came handmade agnolotti stuffed with short rib, swimming in brown butter sage sauce.

But my mind wasn’t fully on the food. It wasn’t on the delicate balance of flavors or the technical perfection.

It was on Ryan.

It was on the table across the room, near the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline. The table I had reserved continue reading …