“And in return, you asked for unlimited dining privileges?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not. What kind of person do you think I am?”

“You accepted my proposal,” I counter with a pout.

“That was different. The moment I saw your formula, I knew it’d be a success—and I was right. But no, he was just so grateful he told his staff to let me in anytime, no reservation needed. So I guess it worked out.”

I shake my head and watch him smile. I never imagined that the cold, ...