I watched Milos as he hustled our food to the table.

We frequented the Greek restaurant as often as possible. The food was amazing, the service was great, the ambience was genuine, and the people were friendly. Missy had even managed to charm the recipe for their salad dressing out of the owner.

Milos sat our food down and stepped back, looking proud. “The chef gave you extra shrimp, Missy,” he said, winking.

I watched the way my wife shifted in her chair as her cheeks grew rosy.

“I won’t tell a soul — and thank him, please.”

“Only the best for our most beautiful customer.”

There she went, blushing again. I began to watch my wife watch Milos.

He poured out the remainder of our carafe of wine, gave us a short bow and... Read More