Mr. Herbert waved it off. “That’s fine. We’ll sort it out.”
He called the server back and asked him to change my order.
He turned to me. “What would you prefer, ma’am?”
“She’ll have the steak. Mashed potatoes. Steamed carrots,” Ryan said.
I looked at him, caught off guard that he still remembered. That was what I usually ordered back then, on the quiet dates we had.
Nick was looking at him too, trying to place what was happening.
“That will be fine,” I said to the server.
Mr. Herbert stepped in smoothly before it turned into anything. “Everyone likes mashed potatoes.”
The server nodded and left with the plate.
Mr. Herbert asked about the wedding, and Nick picked it up right away, moving on from what had just happened.
“Everything’s already in motion. The wedding is in four months
