In a dimly lit restaurant in New York City, you sat in a secluded
corner with Thomas, his hand resting on your thigh. It was late – probably close
to 11pm – and everyone else had left. You’d mentioned a craving for chocolate
cheesecake when Thomas said he knew of a place that had the absolute best in
the city, and insisted on taking you immediately. The two of you sat
side-by-side, candlelight casting shadows that danced on the walls.