doors, pulled out my chair, and complimented my dress without being smarmy. Even the gift he brought—a tasteful keychain with my initial—felt thoughtful rather than flashy.
Ezoic
Our conversation was easy. We talked travel and work, the shared comedy of terrible app experiences, and the loss of old-school movie theaters you could enjoy without taking out a small loan. When the check arrived, I reached for my wallet out of habit.
Eric waved me off. “I’ve got it,” he said, sliding his card to the waiter with a practicedflourish. Old-fashioned,
