"Wait," Harvey called out to the server.The server asked attentively, "Mr. Fisher, what can I do for you?"The words came to his throat, but he realized he couldn't remember what Elara liked to eat. He tried to think of the dishes she used to make, but those had all been tailored to what he and the children enjoyed.He knew so little about Elara. Harvey set down the menu and told the server, "Add seven of your signature dishes."After confirming the additional dishes with the server, Harvey took his seat at the round table. This was unfamiliar territory for him—typically, guests would arrive first and wait for his grand entrance.But now he found himself sitting alone in the empty private room, unsure of what to do with himself. His heart was racing, and his thoughts kept drifting.Elara appeared in the doorway of the private room. She wore a light blue silk blouse paired with wide-leg jeans in a denim wash. She favored comfortable, practical outfits, and she walked in with conf
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