Laura
When I was over at the loft, I got a call from Stephen asking me to come meet him for dinner. I was surprised by it.
It isn’t like we do not go out to dinner. It was more by the tone in his voice. It sounded desperate.
Something must have happened for Stephen to sound like that. The only thing I could think of was that Chelsea must have done something that isn’t right.
I was in the car, being driven over to this little Italian restaurant I found a few months ago. I've been trying to get Stephen to stop dining in these ridiculously overpriced restaurants and to try something middle class people like to dine in.
This Italian place won Stephen over with its lasagna. Trust me I am so glad it did.
The car dropped me off at the restaurant, I thanked the driver and got out of the car
