I sat across the woman I invited for dinner. It was nearly midnight, yet the city was wide awake. There were plenty of rich old men here, spoiling their young wives and sugar babies.

I picked up a glass of dark red wine and took a small sip. My favorite wine came from this restaurant. It also helped that I personally knew the owner, so he’d put things I liked on the menu.

I had ordered myself a plate of well done steak and oiled vegetables. It was perfect. Everything here was perfect.

“Have you enjoyed yourself? Will you accept my marriage proposal now?”

I waited for my date’s answer impatiently.