“Yes, it makes complete sense. But I think maybe you don’t realize just how well known you really are,” she offers. She takes a small bite of her salad. I can’t stop looking at her lips.
“Thanks, I think.” I laugh.
Michael returns as I sip my wine and replaces our salads with three small pieces of the ravioli for each of us. I love ravioli, so when I take my first bite, I savor the flavor for a moment. This is truly a treat.
“I must ask you about the chef. This food is amazing. How do you know him?” I probe.
Morgan laughs with pleasure, like she has accomplished something.
“Michael is actually a good friend of mine, I have known him since his divorce three years ago,” she says.
“Oh! I guess I assumed you only represented women, I don’t know why, I guess because of the story you told…
