*Sierra*
We stepped into the smoky steakhouse and looked around before a hostess approached us with a smile on her face.
“Welcome to Grillshack, is this your first time here?” She asked cheerily.
We nodded and she led us to a sheltered booth after we explained that we were expecting somebody. We had thirty minutes to kill before Mark showed up. I looked around and finally found a good position at the terrace and we asked to move there.
From there I could see when he walked in as well as having the exit to my back in case he tried to get rough. It also afforded a vantage point for Cynthia from the outside bar where she took a seat and ordered a martini.
I was served a glass of cold pineapple mint juice and waited for Mark to arrive. I didn’t trust myself to take alcohol. Five minutes t
