My stomach twists as she takes me around to a row of booths next to the tall glass windows overlooking the slopes. It’s an incredible view of the current storm, but it’s also extremely intimate and not really meant for a first date. Especially not a blind one. “Excuse me,” I try again. “Can you please tell me—” “Here we are.” The host stops abruptly at the last small U-shaped booth, where a man sits with his back to me. “I’ll have your server right over.” I don’t even get to thank her before she disappears, but then again, I probably wouldn’t be able to. Not when the man has turned around and
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