I park outside the restaurant Eileen gave me, and while the website didn’t make it seem all that fancy, now that I’m taking in the hanging patio lights and flowered archway, I’m thinking it’s a bit more high class than I originally suspected. My phone vibrates with a text alert, and I glance down to spot a message from Eileen:

‘Got us a table in the back corner of the restaurant. Head over to the table whenever you get here.’

Pulling the edges of my suit ...