Me apparently.
"It's so beautiful all lit up."
My nose finally picks up the smell of meat. I check out the food at the table next to us for a quick moment and then turn back to the view and a partial angle of Trey's face. He takes the menu I didn't realize I still had and sets them on the table.
"I had a feeling you'd like it."
Our waitress, in a standard black uniform with her dark brown hair up in a tight bun, approaches our table. I reach for the menu I never took time to look at, but Trey stills my hand with his and then begins to spout off an order for us.
"Give us three Kobe sliders, an order of spring rolls, and a queso fondito." He hands both menus to her. "With water and whatever Martini you think would be paired best."
I'd protest on principle alone, but I like the sound of
