“Probably,” Jake replied, looking completely unrepentant. “And honestly, I try not to abuse the privilege too much. But I told you I was going to show you a good time tonight, and a good time doesn’t include waiting half an hour for a table.”
I had to admit to myself that he had a point, although I still felt a little guilty about jumping the line, so to speak.
“Do you want to get a bottle?” he asked, and I looked up from the menu.
“Oh, probably just a glass for me,” I replied, since I already felt a little tipsy from all the wine we’d sampled at Blendz.
He looked a bit disappointed but, to my relief, didn’t press the point. When the waitress came by, we both got glasses of malbec, and then I had to return to my perusal of the menu. The food was an interesting blend, with a lot of Lati
