Shana~

The restaurant high in the sky is filled with customers, every table an island among the sea of flickering candles within the ocean of windows offering the most spectacular view of New York City. Our conversation pauses as the waiter returns with Trevor’s credit card. I take in the stunning view as he signs the final bill and closes the small folder.

This is our second real date, third if you count the first night at the piano bar in Indianapolis. The thought makes me ...