This is part two of the tale of a woman and a curious dating app. If you haven’t read the first part, you can find it by clicking on this link (CLICK HERE)
For everyone else. Let’s continue!
The dark streets gave way to the inside of the place and the bustle of people talking in a too quiet way that added up to a too loud room. Waitresses, all Asian-looking, but probably American-born, walked from table to table serving food on wood platters. Sake looked good right about then.
The hostess looked at me once, made some internal judgment, and waved to me. I gave her my full attention and glared.
“May I get you a table?”
“I have a reservation for two. It’s under Barry.” Continue reading