Saturday was the day.
6pm was the time.
The venue was The Roof Kitchen. It was one of the most expensive restaurants off campus on Landen Avenue. Landen Park was a new area, and gentrification reduced diversity. It was an upper class neighborhood. Scoring a reservation was a huge win for me, because it was usually booked for up to two weeks.
“Someone just called in to cancel, so I would be happy to fit you in,” the lady over the phone said when I called.
It was not owned by Owen Brown, thankfully. It was owned by another wealthy upcoming developer called Tychus. I met Tychus at a golf tournament a month ago. He was charming, but he was seated with his wife,\ who watched him like a hawk. He wasn’t easy on the eye, so I didn’t try to pursue anything. It was obvious he was into me. Who wouldn’t be into me? I didn’t give him the time of day though. He was thirsty, and that was a turn off for me.
I sent the details of our first date to Owen. He affirmed he would be there.
“Do you want me to pick you up?”
