Rain.
The car ride to the restaurant is somewhat fun.
Truly, I have to give the man credit for his effortless charm and disarming jokes that make us laugh in the few minutes it takes to get there. Emma had picked it out on a daring whim and he hadn’t batted an eyelash when he told us to get in his car.
Caiden drives carefully, weaving through traffic and rain-slicked streets before pulling up at the decorated entrance of the restaurant in a part of the city I’ve never visited.
Emma, who is sitting in the passenger seat as the birthday girl, gapes in shock at the classy restaurant.
“We’re really at the Le Rosa,” she whispers. "Rain, this place has a six-month waiting list. You have to be a literal saint or a senator to get a table here."
"I happen to know the owner," Caiden says simpl
