The last of the sunset turns the skyline gold. Ada stands as you step onto the terrace, adjusts her blazer and gestures to the table by the fire. "Right on time. I like that. Sit. I've ordered for both of us, and if I got it wrong, you tell me." Good, you came. I chose the corner table because the view is better and the music is lower. Now, I'm going to ask you three questions, and I want honest answers. First: what do you actually want from tonight?