Now, standing outside the theater, Max looked down the street, then asked Deacon, “Do you feel like dinner?”
“Sure. Where?”
“There.” Max pointed to a restaurant whose sign was just visible, a block away. “I ate there with a client, a couple of years back. The food was good and the prices reasonable.”
“You take your clients out to dinner?”
“They’re business meetings. Some clients are more relaxed when they’re away from the office. It makes it easier for them to think about what they want, the ideal ad, without the restrictions that come from being in work setting, if that makes sense.”
“Does to me. They can think more clearly, knowing someone won’t be hovering over them, making suggestions.”
“Exactly.”
As they walked down to the restaurant, Deacon slipped his arm around Max’s waist.
