Come Fly With Me

The Magician showed up to my apartment right on time. He wore a suit, tie, and that cream colored fedora I adored. As we exited his car on our way to the restaurant, The Magician threw his cell phone into the glove compartment so as not to disturb our evening.

Think Café was intimate and sexy. Lovers sat in twos, candles concealing seductive stares and salacious whispers. The bar glowed a sultry pink and even the staff seemed to bask in the euphoric haze. The Magician and I took our seats at a cozy little table in a corner and soon became enveloped by our surroundings. Our eyes glittered as the wine coursed through our veins and we giggled over the duck risotto while caressing hands.

The Magician was attentive, having eyes and ears only for me. We talked about everything from shared interests to foreign diplomacy. Surprisingly, he treated me as an equal and not like a little kid as I'd expected. He listened to my thoughts and shared his views without the slightest hint of condescension or judgment.

We made our way back to the kitchen to greet his friend Omar, owner and head chef of the restaurant. Omar treated us to dessert and even sat with us for a while, making our date even more special. After the waiters cleared our table, The Magician looked at me wistfully and said, "I'm not ready for the night to be over. Would you like to go listen to some live music?" "Sure," I cooed.

We drove to a blues bar named Rosa's Lounge and it was there that I had my first encounter with live jazz. I sat there, engulfed by the blues, the happiest woman on earth. The Magician and I had a couple of drinks and eventually made our way back to my place. He told me he'd call to set up a second date and hugged me goodnight.

I have never felt more beautiful than I did that night. In one evening, The Magician had proven that it was possible to come back from devastating heartache. Though he did not know it, that was The Magician's greatest magical act - bringing someone back to life.