Drew picks me up at my house at six o’clock.

He offers me a stunning bouquet of wildflowers after I open the door. Burying my nose in the blooms, I invite him in and arrange them in a vase, adding thoughtful to Drew’s list of admirable qualities.

We head downtown to have dinner at a popular steakhouse he’s secured reservations at. Within the first five minutes in the car, we banter back and forth, cracking jokes and laughing. My concerns about not having ...