“All right.” Lisa leaned back in her seat. “You win. I look good, even if I don’t feel like it.
“Where do you want to go eat?”
*****
In the end, after some mild debate, they chose a Mexican restaurant not too far from the Northwestern campus. Inside, the atmosphere was dark and soothing, with quiet guitar music playing in the background. They were able to get a corner booth and settled in – Lisa with a glass of red wine and himself with a dark Mexican beer.
Lisa lifted her eyebrows when he ordered the beer. “What?”
“I can’t get my brain around the fact that you can buy booze legally now. Part of me always thinks of you as the kid who thought he could live on chicken fingers and grape kool-aid.”
He snickered. “Yeah, I can’t get away with that crap anymore. Our strength and conditionin
