They finished their meal and Grant said, “Well, thanks for the meal. It"s so nice when one"s daughter is old enough and financially able enough to foot the bill.”
Katy looked at him in mock horror. “What? You think I"m paying for lunch? Oh no, old man, you pay! I"m your only daughter. It"s right that you treat me at every opportunity.”
They both smiled. It was a familiar joke that they both indulged in. “Alright… just this one time,” said Grant. “I"ll fetch the bill on the way back. But you owe me a stroll along the Tiber, for old times" sake! But first, a quick call of nature!”
“Well, it happens more and more to the elderly,” she teased.
Grant groaned and made his way inside, asking for the bill from the waiter. He walked down the stairs to the rest rooms, took a left past the kitchen
