Some Things Are Meant to BeChapter 7
The two of us sat in the same booth as the night before. There were fewer patrons tonight. With the worst of the storm passed, most of those stranded by the storm had already passed on to their next destination. We sat opposite each other looking over the menu. "What do you see that you like?" I asked. My companion shrugged. "Maybe the lamb shank ... or the calamari. Seafood is always good. What about you?" I took a sip of my water as the server returned to the table. "Have you...