We had just arrived at Morandi last night when a pair of older, Sopranos-looking gentlemen sitting at the end of the bar got into a spat with some other patrons and stomped out. “You wanna start something with me?” the one with a pompadour snarled. “C’mon, Paulie, let’s get outta here,” his friend said, and they slammed their glasses down and stomped out. “Weird,” our friend said, as we settled into their seats. “Do you think Keith McNally paid those guys to be here, like Tony n’ Tina’s Wedding?” But we were too distracted to ponder this possibility, because right then, at the other end of the bar, directly in our line of vision, was a face that over the past five months and five days we had come to know, and indeed, to love. “Look,” we whispered to our friend. “It’s The Captain.”
He looked a little younger and thinner, but the man chatting with a guy at the other end of the bar was definitely Nate from Gossip Girl’s dad. “I guess he’s out of the hospital,” we said. Not wanting to stare, we turned our attention toward a couple nearby where the girl was quietly sobbing. Several moments passed, and our friend nudged us. “The Captain is staring at you,” she said. We glanced casually over. It was true. He was staring directly at us. We looked away, quickly. “Weird,” we said. A minute passed. We looked over again, casually fixing our gaze on a point directly above The Captain’s head. He was still looking at us. Five minutes more. Still looking. Practically craning his head. “It’s almost like he thinks he knows us,” we said to our friend. “Do you think The Captain is on Facebook?” “I think he loves you,” our friend said. “You should talk to him. Ask him what’s going to happen with Rufus and Lily.” “Okay,” we said, emboldened by alcohol. We stood and began making our way unsteadily across the room. Halfway there, we glanced back at our friend for support, which was when we noticed: Sitting directly behind her, clearly visible now that we had left our seat, was Christy Turlington.