Chapter 88 Date Night Interruptus

• That night, Andrew took me to Il Segreto, a high-end Italian restaurant that specialized in guarding the privacy of its clientele. As soon as we arrived, the maître d’ made us surrender our cell phones so that we could not photograph other diners and took us to our own room in the back of the restaurant. Most customers received secluded booths, but Andrew was not just any customer.
• Andrew ordered Swordfish Sicilian-Style, and I ordered Osso Buco with Citrus Gremolata. We decided to both get white wine and have Andrew’s driver pick us up.
• The smell of our food reached us before the food itself did. It caused my mouth to water as the waiter set our plates in front of us and topped off our wine glasses. I could barely get the words “thank you” out before I dug into my Osso Buco.