Grant called over the waitress and ordered. As protocol demanded, they waited until the waitress returned and delivered the champagne before resuming their conversation. “Tattinger. Good choice.”
She frowned. “Is it? I honestly know nothing about champagne; it was mentioned in a movie I saw recently and I thought it sounded about right for our surroundings. Cheers.”
Probably the same kind of movie that the waitress's boyfriend was keen on watching, thought Grant. They raised their glasses to each other then took a sip, and with a flick of the eyes over their respective drinks, each gauged the other.
“I'm surprised you made it in here, without having another trip.”
“Sorry about that. I spotted you from the very basic description they gave me and I needed to get a closer look to make sur
