As Ryan and Sarah settled down on their respective seats at the upscale Italian restaurant, 'Garozzo's Ristorante' Ryan said, "Why do you think I did not answer the phone all afternoon? Drinks?"
"I beg your pardon?" Sarah said.
He nodded toward the waiter, hovering next to the table.
"Oh. Yes. White wine please," Sarah said.
"And you, Sir?" The waiter turned to Ryan. The 'sir' seemed to be an afterthought, but if Ryan noticed, he did not let on.
"Just a beer," Ryan ordered.
The waiter sniffed. "We carry a large selection of imported beer, Sir."
"I don't love all that fancy stuff. How about a Budweiser?" Ryan asked.
Garozzo's could oblige with a selection of domestic beers as well, and in no time at all, Ryan was drinking a Bud while Sarah was sipping from her glass of chilled white
