“Where are we going?” I ask, though I’m pretty sure I can guess. Somewhere loud and flashy. Overpriced and expensive. Somewhere that the waitstaff makes you believe nothing you want is the slightest inconvenience despite the fact they’re quietly plotting your downfall. Somewhere Miller will feel at home, and I’ll feel like something that’s escaped from a specimen jar.
Bet money Miller takes him some place Ryan will be comfortable and that he put a lot of thought and care into the date
