I also wondered what I should order since there was no way I was ordering à la carte, building on the foundation of a fifty dollar steak if I didn’t know how deep that would cut into his wallet. “Mood in the Jeep suddenly veered south,” he remarked. I looked at him. “Sorry?” “You don’t seem fired up about Chilton’s,” he noted. “Um, I am, of course. I’ve been there once before. It’s really nice but it’s…” What did I say? “Not exactly cheap.” “You bought me a sexy dress, least I can do.”
