in old glass jars.
Years earlier, Cassandra and I had celebrated my first million-dollar funding round there.
We had ordered one dessert because we could not justify two.
When she realized where we were going, she stopped on the sidewalk.
“You remembered.”
“I remember more than you think.”
Tomamos la misma mesa de esquina.
El dueño había cambiado.
The menu had changed.
We had changed.
That made returning easier.
Halfway through dinner, Cassandra said, “I know what you’re doing.”
– ¿Qué?
“Trying to recreate our past.”
– No.
“You brought me to
