“Good evening, Gabrielle,” Dante said, standing from the couch to greet me as I entered.

He, of course, looked amazing. Dante was more dressed up than the last time. He had on tight black pants and a white polo. I noticed that we matched and I found myself wondering if we’d been on the same wavelength when getting dressed. Then, I grew annoyed with myself because there were much more important things to be worrying about right now.

A small ...