Lydia POV
“No.”
“Good.”
He laughed.
“I got a chef from your favorite restaurant.”
My eyebrows lifted.
“You did?”
“Yes.”
He placed the first plate between us.
“The appetizers are a combination of things I know you like. Nothing too heavy because I don’t want you complaining that you’re full before the main course.”
I looked at the plate.
There were delicate little bites arranged neatly across it, each one looking almost too pretty to touch.
“This is…”
I paused.
“Very fancy.”
“I know.”
“You did all this?”
“I arranged it.”
“Which means you called people.”
“Technicalities.”
I smiled.
He explained each dish, telling me what the chef had used, how one component had been prepared, and why he’d specifically requested it.
I picked up the first bite.
The moment it touched my tongue, I paused.
My eyes widened.
“Oh.”
Dave smiled.
“Good?”
I nodded slowly.
“Oh, wow.”
The flavor unfolded gradually—savory first, then a subtle sweetness, followed by something citrusy that cut through the richness perfectly. The texture was soft in the middle but slightly crisp at the edges, and there was a tiny hint of spice that lingered at the back of my tongue.
I looked at him.
“This is really good.”
“I knew you’d like it.”
I took another bite.
“Actually, this is dangerous.”
“Why?”
“Because now my standards have gone up.”
He laughed.
“That’s the point.”
We settled into the evening.
The conversation moved naturally, the way it always seemed to when neither of us was trying too hard.
Somehow, we went from discussing the food to financial markets.
Dave leaned back in his chair, explaining some recent movement he’d been watching while I picked apart his argument.
“You think the market is reacting to investor confidence?”
“Partly.”
“Partly?”
“Yes. There’s also liquidity.”
I shook my head.
“Investor confidence is the headline. Liquidity is the thing underneath it.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“Go on.”
I smiled.
“You can’t look at a market movement and assume sentiment is the only reason. Sometimes people aren’t suddenly more confident. They just have more money available to move.”
He nodded.
“Exactly.”
“And then there’s the currency issue.”
“Which is becoming a bigger problem.”
“Obviously.”
We went back and forth, discussing interest rates, currency fluctuations, inflation, foreign investment, consumer spending, and the way public sentiment could influence markets long before the underlying economic data caught up.
Dave explained his perspective from the business side, particularly how companies had to think beyond short-term market reactions.
I challenged him on a few things.
He challenged me right back.
And somewhere in the middle of it, I realized how much I enjoyed talking to him like this.
Not because we agreed.
Actually, probably because we didn’t always agree.
There was something satisfying about being able to challenge him without either of us feeling threatened.
At one point, Dave leaned back and looked at me.
“You’ve missed this.”
I frowned.
“Missed what?”
“This.”
He gestured between us.
“Talking.”
I smiled.
“Maybe.”
“I missed it.”
I looked down at my plate.
“So did I.”
He didn’t tease me about it.
He simply smiled.
Then, after a few more minutes of conversation, he stood.
“Okayyy.”
I looked up.
“It’s time for the main meal.”
He walked toward the next table and returned with the main course.
He explained it just as carefully, telling me what the chef had used, how it had been prepared, and why he thought I’d like the combination.
I listened, occasionally interrupting with questions.
We ate slowly.
And somehow the conversation drifted again.
This time into social issues.
We talked about how quickly public opinion formed online, the way social media could turn complex problems into simplistic arguments, and how difficult it was to separate genuine awareness from performative outrage.
I told him about some of the work I had been doing and how I liked giving interns complicated crisis scenarios because it forced them to think beyond the first answer.
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