Fried chicken or me? Tales of a tasteless relationship

The plan my boyfriend used to chase me was pretty standard: roses, cafs and restaurants.

We used to hang out a lot in a caf on the west Third Ring Road; the food was nothing special but I liked the atmosphere: large couches, tea-light candles and a piano playing on Saturday or Sunday night. It's been two years and I wanted to go back there again.

A few weeks ago we passed it on our way home and I suggested we sit for a while.