I found our dinner tonight both strange and comforting. I'm not sure why, but it felt like a scene in a movie.
"One main character heads out to dinner, meets up with the other main character, a good friend, at a brightly lit, worn, hole in the wall restaurant with big windows looking in.
It's raining outside. The two of them talk in hushed voices about their secrets, the rest of the room fading into irrelevance.
Later, they talk easily, laughing about the recent changes in their lives, the choices made, the balance both have achieved, and the tragedies recently escaped.
To casual observers, the two are old friends. To each other, mutual experiences, hidden to the world, forge an easy friendship, closer than either have admitted to each other."
Or some other crap like that.
Good to see you tonight.