Quick as a snake, my hand lashes out to catch it before it can hit the ground. I set the glass back in place. Willow’s face burns bright red.
“Oh God,” she gasps to the waiter. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t concentrating…”
“That’s quite alright, ma’am,” he says. “Are you ready to order?”
“Um, I don’t know… everything looks great.” She gives me a glance. “Do you know what you’re ordering?”
“Oh,” she says, growing more and more anxious as the waiter hovers over us. “Maybe you should order for me?”
I nod and turn to the waiter. “Chef’s special, Alberto.”
“Very good, sir,” he says. “And we have a bottle of the Screaming Eagle chilled for you as well.”
He gives me a low bow and retreats. Willow couldn’t look any more relieved that he’s gone. She’s got her elbows on the table and her hands draw
