Sitting in the dimly-lit Dolores Del Rio restaurant along the Riverwalk on a Wednesday night, I found myself completely immersed in complacency.
Upbeat jazz music surged every corner of the quaint establishment as couples gazed longingly into one another’s eyes over deep dishes of Rigatoni and Pesto Gnocci.
There is little, very little that I wouldn’t have given at that moment to have someone near and dear opposite me.
Very, very little.
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