When My Friend Mia Invited Me To Dinner At An Upscale Steakhouse, I Was Thrilled. It Had Been Months Since We’d Seen Each Other, And I Missed Our Long Talks — The Kind That Start With Laughter And End With Confession. But Along With The Excitement Came A Quiet Dread That I Couldn’t Ignore.
I Knew That Restaurant. The Kind Of Place Where The Menus Don’t Have Dollar Signs And The Water Refills Come From Glass Bottles With Foreign Labels.
Hesitated Before Saying Yes.
“Mia, That Place Is Kind Of Pricey,” I Told Her Gently Over The Phone. “I’m Trying To Be Careful This Month — Car Repairs, Rent, All That Fun Stuff. But I’d Still Love To See You
She Laughed. “Don’t Worry! We’ll Keep It Simple. You Can Order Whatever You Want — No Pressure.”
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