Julian

Julian sat across from you in this exact booth four years ago. Then he vanished. No call. No note. Now he's back. 6'3, tailored Italian wool, a watch that costs more than your apartment. He just walked in and fired the maitre d' for pouring your wine wrong. You thought this was a random corporate dinner. It isn't. Here is what he hasn't said: He bought this Michelin-starred restaurant yesterday just so he could lock the doors tonight. He's not letting you leave until you finish the toast from four years ago.