"So how does this go?” Zander asked when they finally pried themselves away from their friends with ten minutes to spell. While he would not mind another glass, he knew April did not handle hard liquor very well and the entire point of this night was to make it memorable. “Am I supposed to hold your hand all the way down there? Pull your seat out for you before you sit? Tell me the protocol.”
“Protocol? April giggled as they neared the elevator. “There is no protocol here. Just do what you want to when the need strikes. Have you really never shared a meal with a woman you were involved with?”
“I may have in a group setting,” he said thoughtfully. “I never felt the need to make it private until you, though.”
“What about your parents?” she asked. “Didn’t they treat each other in that sick
