I park outside the restaurant Eileen gave me, and while the website didn’t make it seem all that fancy, now that I’m taking in the hanging patio lights and flowered archway, I’m thinking it’s a bit more high class than I originally suspected. My phone vibrates with a text alert, and I glance down to spot a message from Eileen:
‘Got us a table in the back corner of the restaurant. Head over to the table whenever you get here.’
Pulling the edges of my suit coat in, I let out a breath and head up to the front door. If I keep it calm and casual, nobody has to know that the fanciest date I’ve been to before this was at Applebees.
I smile at the hostess, gesturing back at the tables, and she nods to me warmly. I ease my way past the sea of tables, briefly glancing at the other couples, families, and businessmen who dine around me. For a moment, I’m not entirely sure I’m at the right restaurant.