“Oh. Probably the petite filet Oscar. With a side of lobster mashed potatoes. And a bottle of the 1986 Pinot Noir.” Dr. Lyons’ eyes got big. “Sounds delicious.” “I’m just joking. I’m not going to get a $120 dinner and a $600 bottle of wine. I’d only do that on our second date.” “Oh thank God.” He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “I want to show you a good time, but I do still have to pay my rent.”
