The restaurant was really nice. The lighting was low and classical music played quietly in the background. A tall, black-haired man in his mid-forties showed us to our table. Roy was already sitting there, looking nervous. On seeing us, he got to his feet, a cautious smile on his lips.
“You found the place all right?” he asked.
Mark nodded and I said, “No problem, your directions were spot on.”
The waiter came and handed out menus. Typical Yorkshireman that I am, I balked at the prices.
Roy must have spotted my unease, because he said, “The meal is on me. I don’t get out much, so when I do I like to spoil myself a little.”
Mark and I nodded our understanding.
“And the wine?” The waiter asked once we’d given him our food order.
“Mineral water, thank you,” Mark said, indicating all t
