I settled into my seat, smiling at the hostess who set a menu in front of me before doing the same for Crew. "Your server will be right with you." She left us alone then, the soft music and low lighting of the rooftop restaurant about as romantic as any setting I could have imagined.

When Crew texted me while I tried to decide what to wear to dinner, I'd been surprised by his suggestion we eat out. He usually liked to cook for me, though we had gone out a few times. I ...