“Richard.”
“Christopher.”
The two men nodded, shook hands, and sat down at the table.
“I took the liberty of ordering a pitcher of iced water as we’re both driving.”
Rich nodded. He no more drank when driving than Christopher did. As the man’s sister had been injured several years back in a car accident caused by a drunk driver, Rich wouldn’t have insulted the man by doing so in front of him in any case.
“Shall we order first?”
As Christopher didn’t object, Rich flipped open the menu. He saw what he wanted though dithered over whether to choose the scallops or butternut and red pepper soup to begin with. In the end, he went for the soup. The dish sounded more warming and homely.
Christopher opened the conversation. “Forgive me for pointing this out but though I agreed to meet, this
