Sophie's POVHe called two days later. Not too soon to look desperate, not too late to seem like he didn’t give a damn. Perfect timing.He suggested coffee. I told him I’d rather do dinner, that I didn’t trust conversations designed to wrap up after one drink. There was a short pause on his end, then he laughed low and said, “Fair enough,” before naming a restaurant I’d heard people talk about but never tried myself. Quiet, expensive, the kind of place where the lighting was dim enough to feel private and the noise level let you actually hear each other.I said yes.The restaurant sat on the fourteenth floor, all soft amber lights, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a view that turned the city into something almost unreal. Tio was already there when the host led me over. He stood up as I approached. Old-school, but it didn’t feel performative. Just him.“You look good,” he said. Simple. No bullshit.“Thank you,” I answered, and sat.Dinner was easy. Easier than I thought it could be. He ta
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