I was at Il Mulino Prime around 8pm on Thursday. You had flown in from London, wearing a white button down shirt and tired from your flight from London. We met at the bathroom line and you made a point to say hi to me while I was sitting down at my table in the corner as you went outside to yours. I was in a purple dress.
Wish I would have asked you more questions, your name or something. Can’t stop thinking about him
