Robert was arrogant. Dion was thoughtful. Robert was often curt with people. Dion was respectful. As the CEO of a successful company, Robert was used to controlling people—and that had extended to me. Dion was a college football coach who spent his downtime and the off-season mentoring students. Their personalities were as different as night and day. I didn’t have to be on pins and needles with Dion, worried that I would do or say something wrong. And unlike Robert, who expected to make the final decision when it came to our menu choice, Dion let me choose the signature platter for two. I saw Alexander, but he wasn’t our server. When he spotted me, he did a double take. But his face visibly relaxed when he saw that I wasn’t with Robert. I gave him a little wave and a smile, though I’d been tempted to apologize to him again. After a meal that could only be described as delectable, I was nowhere near ready for the night to end. I wanted to slip my arm through Dion’s as we strolled out of the restaurant, but I didn’t.
