They were greeted at the door of the restaurant by a very attentive maître d’.
“Good evening, Ms. Stuard. Mister Abraham. It’s very good to see you again. I’ve reserved your favorite table. This way, please.”
She had to put the sunglasses on her head, because she couldn’t see a thing in there. Then she followed him to a table near a window. He held a chair out for her, and she sat while he pushed it closer to the table, then shook out her napkin and placed it on her lap. Brian sat next to her, both of them facing the window, although Brian’s space also gave him a view of the room.
Before the maître d’ had a chance to walk away, a waiter placed a drink in front of each of them and gave Brian a menu.
Cameron picked up the scotch and took a sip.
“I’m sorry to ask this, but can you drain
