Van took my elbow and led me through the packed parking lot. I didn't object because it seemed more helpful than proprietary. He released me when he opened the door. It was dark inside and it was a moment before my eyes adjusted. People milled around waiting for tables. Van took my arm again and guided me into the restaurant seating area.

What the hell was he doing?

A table near the back in a quiet corner had a reserved sign on it. Van pulled my chair out, walked behind ...