By the time the main dishes were cleared away, Evelyn felt entirely satisfied, her stomach nearly completely full. The waiter returned one last time to lay out a small platter of artisanal cheeses and fresh, vibrant fruits.
Deciding to skip the cheese, Evelyn used a linen napkin to wipe her lips, stood up from the candlelit table, and walked out through the open glass doors onto the massive, open-air rooftop terrace to catch her breath.
The midnight wind up on the 55th floor was incredibly cool and sharp, catching the hem of her clothes and sending her long, dark hair flying wildly across her shoulders as she leaned against the stone balustrade.
"Are you full?"
The deep, velvety rumble of Michael's voice sounded directly behind her ear. Evelyn flinched slightly, her heart skipping a beat. Covered by the whistling of the high-altitude wind, she hadn't heard his footsteps approach her at all.
