“How was your dinner tonight, really?” His question is so much more professional than I expected that I have to blink away my surprise before I can answer. “I wasn’t lying at the restaurant,” I tell him. “It really was the best dinner I’ve had.” His eyes search mine curiously. “And why’s that?” I let out a puff of laughter. “Are you fishing for compliments?” “I’m not sure I could handle a compliment from you.” I arch an eyebrow in response. “The service was exemplary.” An honest to God shudder runs through the man. “Yup, I was right,” he says, nodding with exaggeration.
