Dressed as they both were – Robert in one of his usual fitted suits – they looked a little out of place, but the owner came rushing over the minute she and Robert had walked in the door. “Robert, my friend! Welcome, welcome!” he exclaimed and escorted them personally to his ‘best table’ in a corner of the back of the room. Waving her fork at the room around them, Emily looked at Robert. “How do you know this place?” “Are you asking why someone like me eats here?” There was just a touch of bitterness and resentment in his voice that he couldn’t quite quell. A rich man, he meant. Startled, she said, “No, I just wondered how you knew it.” That was a relief; he didn’t like to think he’d misjudged her. Not only was judging people his business, but he had grown very attached to the Emily he thought he knew. It was a relief to know she hadn’t changed. Sitting back in his chair, a glass of wine in hand, Robert relaxed and smiled easily. “When I first came to town, I was a starving internet entrepreneur with a great software program.
