Logan and I hadn’t spent any time together in public and I didn’t like thinking that I was keeping him hidden away in my apartment, like he was someone to be ashamed of. I talked Logan into trying the Thai restaurant near my apartment, the one with the golden elephant on the sign that I’d wondered about bringing him to. Logan wasn’t sure if he liked Thai food, but I explained that introducing him to different sensory experiences could help to provoke a memory. We were seated at a cozy table in the back where a single votive candle flickered. I couldn’t help of thinking of this as a date. I ordered several different dishes for us to try, ginger stir-fry, pad Thai, and chicken satay with curry and peanut sauce. When the food came, Logan tried everything and liked it, but said he wasn’t reminded of anything. At the end of the meal, he insisted on paying, only fueling my belief that this was a date. Delusional, I know.
