A Candlelit Table in Soho

It started with a single candle, lit before anyone arrived. By the time the room filled, the light had already done its work: it had said, slow down. You are somewhere you are meant to be.

We had not met as strangers. We had met as people who suspected each other of something interesting.

What was said at the table I will not repeat here. What I can tell you is that the room kept its promises.

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Between courses, someone played a recording of a voice memo they had taken earlier in the week. The room went quiet in a way that only happens when people are actually listening.