Bakari looks up a restaurant with the highest rating, and takes me there. It doesn’t matter what it is and he won’t consult me about what I’m in the mood for – he just books it because it’s the best and he says I deserve the best. We go on trips that are the result of him googling ‘top ten quiet, romantic destinations’ rather than places he’s dreamed of visiting. He is serious, and I am less so. I get him out of his head, and he is calm enough to allow me to stay in mine. We make sense.
