Dear Reesa,
I would like to take you to dinner in Zürich this weekend. Friday or Saturday — your call.
The restaurant is called Josef. Josef does not take itself too seriously. This is why Josef and I get along.
The food is excellent. The neighbourhood will try to keep us out late. I am, for the record, not opposed to this.
I am fully aware that inviting someone to dinner via a document that looks like a sheet of paper is a slightly strange thing to do. I contain multitudes. Some of them are even charming.
Zürich is forty minutes from Olten.
I checked.
I may have checked before I had a reason to.
Saturday? (Or Friday. I'm flexible.)
Yours,
Matthew
P.S. Josef has a dish I need you to try. I won't tell you what it is. This is a hostage situation and the ransom is yes.