3. 10:00 a.m. - 10:30 a.m.

Gio's has long been one of my favorite restaurants, but that night we arrived and found it gone. Their eggplant had been my dish of choice for 10 years and now there was nothing there. No nose, no nothing. We walked a few steps toward Eglinton and ate on the patio of Five Doors North.

"How's today, then?"º

I told her about the drudgery. About how 9-5 was killing me and that I wouldn't last much longer.

"Why do you always pretend that your feelings are reality?"

I didn't want to get into that with her so I looked away and she misread it--thought I was checking out one of the passersby.

She said, "You seem uncomfortable."

I told her I wasn't; she took my hand. "I bet I could make you feel uncomfortable." These were the veils of her dance.º She knew she had me and I smiled. She squeezed my hand--held it, 4... 3... 2... 1...[mp3],º then let it go. "I trust you because you do your own stunts. You know that, right?" An eyebrow raise and up she got, heading inside.

They used to have a confession booth inside the restaraunt but ditched it because of couples like us. Laur headed to the John.

I took a small sip of wine, looked around at the other patrons, nodding to the ones who caught my eyes. A pink-haired punk lifted her glass. Another gulp of red and I went in.

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